"Hello."
"Son, come home for dinner."
"When you get home, just knock on the door, and Mom will open it for you."
After a brief conversation, Han Xueying hung up the phone, her mood noticeably subdued. The incident on the mountaintop truly had saddened her to the core, and she could not tolerate such behavior, even from her own son.
"Aunt Han, don't think too much about it. Let's watch and see, maybe he wants to turn over a new leaf."
"Um..."
Meanwhile, in a Foot Bath City establishment, all that Yin Fengxiang could think about was the flirtatious Technician wearing a low-cut dress.
However, getting his hands on the two hundred thousand was more important for now.
"Uncle, that's great!"
"My mom agreed!"
"I can come home for dinner tonight."
Yin Deli rubbed his hands together, his sleazy gaze unable to hide his excitement.