Yang Ming was not polite. Coming to Lin Zhiyun's house was almost no different from entering his own home.
"Little Yang, you and Zhiyun haven't eaten yet, right?" Lin Changqing closed the door and asked, "I'll cook something for you two to eat."
"Don't trouble yourself, Uncle Lin. Zhiyun and I ate beef noodles at the company not long ago." Yang Ming smiled and waved. "I'm just sending her back. I will go back in a while."
"Oh, it's good that you guys have eaten." Lin Changqing nodded and said to Shen Yueping, "Yueping, cut some fruit for Little Yang."
"Uncle Lin, really you don't have to trouble with that!" Yang Ming said quickly.
"Hehe, you don't have to be polite with Uncle Lin. Just treat it as your own home when you are here." Lin Changqing smiled.
