The moment Guan Yao pushed open the door to the reception room, Guan Hongsheng's exaggerated enthusiasm washed over her: "Xiaoyao! Sit, sit down quickly, Dad brought you some pickled vegetables from back home..."
His rough palm slapped the leather sofa, and a greasy plastic lunchbox slid across the coffee table with a harsh screech.
Zhou Guilan had already dressed herself in what she considered her finest attire—a purple sequined dress with mesh paneling at the hem that reeked of cheap night-market stall quality. Two rhinestones had fallen off her plastic sandals, but they still tried valiantly to sparkle under the lights.
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