When they got home, it was already 10 p.m.
Chen An'an returned to her spacious bedroom, where the floor-to-ceiling windows overlooked The Bund and the Huangpu River.
This was the main reason why their family preferred living here, and it was the one thing Tan Palace Villa could never compete with.
Her father would be forty in a few years—time really did fly, didn't it?
No matter how much she didn't want to grow up, time relentlessly continued to slip away.
The only thing Chen An'an could do, perhaps, was to grow up well.
Chen Pingsheng also returned to his room. His wife had recently developed a peculiar obsession with aerobics, despite being so young.
She spent all day muttering about how she'd become old if she didn't take care of herself.
Wasn't this her specialty to begin with, anyway?
Ever since they moved into the large flat upstairs, their rooms had become significantly more spacious.
