"Bump!"
"Three bamboos!"
"Two dots!"
"Hahaha, winning on self-drawn tile!"
...
Two groups of four people had just enough players for a game of mahjong, and somehow, they had inexplicably begun to sit in the living room and started playing the national quintessence.
Meanwhile, the construction crew called in by Zhang Menglong had already started repairing the damaged places in the house.
Tong Wei was curled up in a corner of the villa, shivering with fear. His eyes were helpless, not understanding why these people acted as if they couldn't see him.
Couldn't those workers see a person covered in blood lying in this room? Wouldn't normal people, even if they didn't call the police, at least give him a few different looks?
But after these construction workers arrived at the villa, besides glancing at him when they first arrived, they acted as though he didn't exist.
