Zhou Ping never dared to mention that she gave Lin Yang eight hundred thousand.
Lin Yan couldn't get much information, and advised Zhou Ping, "I can't really help with anything, you should go back. Lin Yang isn't young anymore, he's a father now, he should have some idea of what he's doing."
Zhou Ping sighed, "It would be great if he did. Your dad still spoils him to this day, indulging his every need. As his mother, I can't even say much."
Lin Yan shrugged, "Hasn't it always been this way? Mom, it's getting late, I need to rest as I have to get up early tomorrow. How about I call a car to take you back?"
Zhou Ping was unwilling to go back after traveling such a long way, especially when Lin Yan treated her with a cold face, as if saying another word was unnecessary.
"I'll drive you back, it's so late." Lu Chenyuan fished out his car keys from his pocket.
