Manhattan. The estate on the North Shore of Long Island. On the seaside, three townhouses stood in a row. The owners were all CEOs of United Bank, who primarily wanted not to be disturbed.
As the sunlight faded, lights in the modern villas throughout the grounds switched on simultaneously, bathing the entire garden in a silvery-white glow.
Hearing Xicheng's cries, Shen Jing, who was typing on her laptop on the balcony, quickly rose and walked to the railing, looking down.
The pool water was clear blue, and palm trees cast shadows under the lights.
She saw Zhou Luchen squatting in front of Xicheng, the large and the small facing each other, speaking in soft, intimate tones.
Xicheng pouted his lips reluctantly.
Clearly, the little fellow had been scolded by Zhou Luchen again.
He had been fussing to be held by Shen Jing, but with her pregnancy, it simply wasn't convenient for her to carry him.
