"You said his name is Zhibin? I really don't have time to come over and take a look."
"Mom, you don't need to come over. This place has nothing to do with you anymore, except that we're still the kids you gave birth to."
But she mustn't come. Usually it was Lu Fengzhen at home with the two kids. With Mom's temper, if they really fell out, who knew how bad it could get.
"Hong Lin, I'm your mother."
"I know. But you're also the one who wanted your own son to give up his job to your nephew."
That shut Liang Caifeng up. She really had been muddle‑headed back then; now both her son and her daughter blamed her.
Liang Caifeng suddenly glanced into the yard and happened to see Li Yunqiao standing at the front door. With the light shining behind him, she could still clearly see what he looked like.
The two of them had been divorced for over a year, yet this man she liked just looked younger and younger.
