She pulled a Soviet Union novel from the bookshelf and flipped through it casually. Her father's exaggerated laughter, from winning a game of chess downstairs, wafted up in waves, so distracting that Yan Huan couldn't concentrate on her reading at all.
With a slap, she closed the book and decided to go back to her room.
Just as she was about to get up, the ringing of the phone on the desk caught her attention. She originally had no intention of answering it. This phone was connected to another in the bedroom, and she figured, with everyone in the living room, surely someone would answer the phone, right?
So, she let the phone ring on.
Unexpectedly, the downstairs went quiet while the noise outside increased—evidently, everyone had run out to set off firecrackers.
She opened the window to look down.
She saw Qin Jian and Yan Ye in charge of lighting them, while others watched from the side.
