The return trip was scheduled for the afternoon.
Just past eleven o'clock, the guesthouse butler sent a message saying that lunch was expected to be ready in twenty minutes.
Chen Jingyuan came down from the second floor and saw a big one and a small one, sitting cross-legged on the sofa playing idiom solitaire.
Not wanting to disturb their fun, he lit a cigarette and walked out to the terrace, dialing the Hong Kong Region number.
As the deep Cantonese voices faintly came through from the other side of the partition, Liang Weining slowly raised her eyes during the boy's contemplative breaks, casting her gaze toward the far end of the living room.
With just one glance, she saw the tall figure standing with his back to the railing.
The man was dressed in a white shirt and black trousers, on the phone.
