Wang Jia's mansion, Shi kicked the door open with one foot, still chewing gum, his hands in his pockets, his eyes sharp, yet carrying a hint of laziness.,The entire villa's decoration was very simple, the room full of Chinese characters for "happiness", yet there wasn't a shred of festive cheer. If it weren't for a large red cheongsam and an elaborate bridal updo, one would think they were attending a funeral.,"Are you going to rest" he asked, raising an eyebrow. His look was quite fitting for a country bumpkin.。