"Buying a house is nothing for Lu Chenyuan, he could earn it back in a minute. His company is also in the real estate business, and that house is super high-end. Giving one to my son Lin Yang doesn't even warrant a word from him."
Lin Guoping listened and felt rather uncomfortable as well, Zhou Ping wasn't wrong—Lin Yan had become increasingly stingy.
When Little Ou got in the car and saw daddy, he didn't say hello, the sullenness all over his face.
Little Ou's mood did not escape Lin Yan's notice, he gently touched Little Ou's head and said, "Daddy and mommy were wrong to come pick you up so late."
Little Ou's face tightened as he said, "I don't want to go to grandpa and grandma's place again."
Lu Chenyuan frowned; a child wouldn't say such a thing for no reason, and Little Ou wasn't the type to take small things to heart.
He asked Little Ou, "Who made you unhappy?"
Little Ou remained sullen, hugging his little backpack tightly, and did not speak.
