Brrr…
Cring…
Thump! Thump! Thump!
Ever since the carpenter and his team started working, the peaceful wooden cottage turned into a living hell.
Han Sheng Ming slammed his storybook shut in annoyance. It was nine in the morning, yet the workers had already begun working. Staying near the cottage was unbearable.
The harsh sunlight impaled the ground. Han Sheng Ming was sitting under a mango tree and was saved from the sun's fiery gleams by the soothing shade.
When he looked to the left, he saw Han Luo playing with the light and the shadows. As the gentle breeze blew and the leaves danced, the light also played hide and seek with the shadows. Little Luo giggled and ran after the light. She didn't want the light to escape from her.
Han Sheng Ming serenely smiled at her. He had opened his mouth to call for her, but the land phone's sharp ring suddenly resounded. Han Changhong had set up a land phone in the cottage so that his son could contact anyone at any time.
