Tang Yu, with his back to Yang Zhilan, didn't notice the change in her expression.
He was still mulling over Yang Zhilan's question.
After thinking it over for a moment, he smiled.
"I don't know the answer to that. I suggest you have a good talk with your dad. Maybe he just suddenly came to his senses and got horny?"
Yang Zhilan hummed in response, surprisingly not arguing with him.
She lowered her head, and it was hard to tell what she was thinking.
The Lin Family.
Lin Wanxi sat on the sofa in her nightdress, leaning back as she read a book.
It was a habit of hers: when she was in a bad mood, she read to take her mind off things.
Ye Qiu, meanwhile, was doing chores around the house with a mop. He was in a pretty good mood.
Ever since one setback after another last time,
life had, over the past few days, started going just as he'd expected, and he'd begun to hold his head high again.
Take yesterday's high school reunion, for instance.
The class monitor, whom he'd never liked, had shown off at the reunion, bragging that his successful start-up had grown into a small company with over a hundred employees.
He'd even said Ye Qiu could work as the company's security team leader for a salary of six thousand yuan a month, as a favor to an old classmate.
Naturally, Ye Qiu turned him down. So the class monitor mocked him as a useless freeloader who brought shame on their old classmates.
Right there, Ye Qiu took out his phone and sent a text to Steward Ye.
In less than three minutes, he'd driven the guy's little company into bankruptcy.
As for how he did it in three minutes, why do