"Achoo!" Over in America, Xia Zhisu was sneezing quite a bit.
She had no idea why she was sneezing so much.
Could it be that she was missing her son?
"What are you doing? Ling Tian'ao has only been out for a few days, and you're already missing him!" A woman with sky-blue eyes said disdainfully on the other side of the mahjong table.
"Not really, I'm not that eager to see him! I've just been sneezing nonstop lately, feels like someone's bad-mouthing me." Xia Zhisu said casually, then sneaked a peek at the cards her son Ling Cuo was holding.
The blue-eyed woman slammed the table, "Xia Zhisu! Can you have some decency when playing?"
"My son can't play mahjong! We're losing with him in the game!" Xia Zhisu retorted.
"Losing how much? The Ling Family has plenty of money! Little Ling Cuo, hurry up, it's your turn!"
Ling Cuo casually threw out a card and then knocked over his whole hand, "I've won!"
Xia Zhisu widened her eyes in astonishment, staring at the cards on the table.
