Mother Lin always said to Zheng and then her eyes fell on me. She looked at me with that kind of indescribable eyes. I didn't know what that kind of eyes meant. Is it scorn? Is it lost? Or disappointment? Anyway, I don't know what that look means.

I accepted the steaming shark fin soup in the hands of the Lin domestic helper in a panic. I couldn't find any appetite for the delicious shark fin soup. I really didn't know what reason I should give myself to drink the shark fin soup, but Chun always pretended to have a big appetite for seeing the world's best.

I really don't...