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At night, Li Zhiyan had just lain down not long ago.
He received a phone call from his mom.
"Hey, son, when are you coming home?"
Since Li Zhiyan left, Zhou Rongrong had been thinking about him every day. After all, he was her own son, how could she not miss him?
And beside her, Ding Baijie was also earnestly listening to their conversation.
She, too, hoped very much that Li Zhiyan would return soon.
"Mom, I'll definitely be home by the seventh day, you can rest assured."
"At that time, I'm planning to open a new factory."
Upon hearing this, Zhou Rongrong became a bit curious.
Her son was going to start a new business?
"Son, what kind of business are you planning?"
Zhou Rongrong never doubted Li Zhiyan's capabilities. He was absolutely a genius among geniuses, otherwise, at his age, he couldn't have achieved such incredible accomplishments.
"Mom, I'm planning to open a wood processing factory."