Lost Kid

On the lobby of the hotel's 13th floor, the specially-hired orchestra was rehearsing for the performance that would be shown few days later.

As the person in charge of the banquet, Ms. Zhang Qingrui from the Zhang family was also meticulously checking the layout of the venue.

That was because she didn’t want any slip-ups to happen on Old Zhang’s eightieth birthday.

Even though it was her eightieth birthday, Old Zhang, who was not used to showing ostentation and extravagance, would actually have such a feast unexpectedly and even invite many celebrities to come. This confused Zhang Qingrui a little bit.

But the confusion didn’t ruin Ms. Zhang’s joyous mood---How many people could live to 80 years old? Her granny reached 80 years old in the pink of health, wasn’t that something pleasing?

String instruments had stopped now. The conductor of the orchestra put down the baton, walking towards Zhang Qingrui with a smile.