While Yang Lijuan was mumbling to herself, wondering how to spend the money, she kept chiming in, saying, "This money is what my son earned. Those poor relatives from your family wanting to borrow money? No way!"
Zhou Guobin wasn't as optimistic. He was about to fall asleep with his eyes closed when the noise from his wife woke him up. He frowned and said, "Who knows if it's true or not. Why are you taking it so seriously? Just call your son and ask him in the morning, won't you find out then?"
Only then did Yang Lijuan remember, that's right. She unexpectedly took Aunt Zhou's few casual words seriously.
This news was indeed bewildering. Although Yang Lijuan had been married to Zhou Guobin for years without living off scraps, they weren't wealthy either. So suddenly hearing about her son earning sixty million was certainly enough to keep her from sleeping.
