After a while, he dialed the home phone, it kept ringing, but no one answered.
Called his mother's phone, it rang once, then cut off.
He dialed his father's, and it cut off too.
He dashed out the door.
At that moment, Aunt Huang was battling at the mahjong table. The ladies were oblivious to worldly matters, slow to realize, and didn't watch the news. In a luxurious private room, a group of elderly women were happily snacking on watermelon and nuts, enjoying an all-night battle.
That day, Aunt Huang's hand was extraordinarily lucky, winning several rounds in a row, with a pile of cash in front of her.
The older woman across the table said sourly, "Aunt Huang, your luck is really good."
"Isn't it? Her son is outstanding, rising high in his career, so she gets endless blessings. But when it comes to mahjong, she's still this good. Can't you lose a little to us?"
