Lin Yan ignored Zhou Ping's words.
She said that even without blood relations, someone is watching, and with all the messy things at home, she never meddled less in the past.
End up getting herself into trouble and gaining nothing in the end.
"Isn't it because your real mom came back, and now your heart's gone wild again." Zhou Ping said to Lin Yan's back.
Lin Yan tugged at the corner of her lips; her real mom was not any good either.
She returned to the company and saw the flowers on her desk had changed again, yellow wild chrysanthemums, with a paper bag placed beside them.
Lin Yan opened it and saw butterfly pastries from the International Hotel, hard to buy and required queuing.
"Who brought it in?" Lin Yan asked her secretary, Linda.
"It was President Ling."
Lin Yan held the paper bag and went to find Ling Tingfeng.
Ling Tingfeng, who was replying to messages, immediately put down his phone and stood up when he saw Lin Yan.
"You're here."
