"I don't know, how would I know what's going on in her family; I'm not a worm in Boss Chen's stomach," said Wen Lingyan, shaking her head.
A hint of disappointment appeared on Lin Tian's face.
Seeing Lin Tian's unsatisfied expression, Wen Lingyan hurriedly said, "Maybe it's Boss Chen's mother's illness acting up again."
"Her mother's illness? What do you mean?" Lin Tian asked, puzzled.
"Don't you know, Boss Lin? Boss Chen's mother went crazy. Just a few days ago, she caused a scene at the company like a madwoman," Wen Lingyan explained.
Driven by curiosity, Lin Tian slapped Wen Lingyan's snowy white, perky bottom and said, "Keep talking, I'm very curious."
So Wen Lingyan obediently continued, "Boss Chen's mother looks to be in her forties, very well-maintained. She has pale, tender skin like a seventeen or eighteen-year-old girl, and she's extremely beautiful. But it's a pity she's insane."
