In the evening, after dinner.
Lin Dashan sat on the sofa, picking his toes and turned on the TV.
Watching the replay of today's news from Modu, it's his routine every evening.
When the news showed a mysterious rich second generation rescuing a pregnant woman on the street, Lin Dashan felt that the Ferrari of this rich second generation looked familiar.
"Huh??"
"Isn't this car the one in our community's underground parking lot? I saw it just a few days ago."
Then the scene switched to a side profile of the mysterious wealthy person captured during the rescue.
"Wo Cao!"
"Honey, come and see!"
Lin Dashan shouted to Zhou Cuilan, who was washing dishes in the kitchen!
Zhou Cuilan came out of the kitchen wiping her hands, rolled her eyes at Lin Dashan and said.
"Aren't you too old to still be so surprised by little things!"
"Honey, come and see, isn't this mysterious rich person our kid?!"
Lin Dashan hurriedly said.
