In the southern part of City T, a cluster of residences scatter around, different structures arranged haphazardly, surrounded by a large courtyard like a unified whole yet also resembling a dispersed housing area.
In the center of the courtyard, the small mansion stands with its antique architectural style; even with the doors closed, laughter can be heard from afar.
Watching the cousins from his uncles and aunts' families chatting and laughing in the living room, Evander felt helpless, stood up from the sofa, and headed towards the stairs.
Halfway up, his mother Violet emerged from the kitchen carrying a fruit platter, "Evander, it's rare for you to come back, why not spend more time with your younger siblings?"
"Mom, they feel I'm too old, there's a generation gap," Evander fibbed, then held the handrail and stepped onto the stairs. He had barely ascended a few flights when the phone in his leisure pants rang.
