At the Ling mansion, the family was sitting together having tea.
Madam Ling looked very gloomy; she had been like that for a few days. To her, it seemed that nothing had gone well recently, and everyone was against her. She had always believed that she was the one who controlled the whole situation, and everything would go her way.
However, some time ago, things had gradually exceeded her control.
"Hmmm." Madam Ling sighed heavily.
"Mom, why are you sighing?" Ling Tao inquired. Even though he had a lot of dissatisfaction with his mother, Ling Tao was used to being a filial son and couldn't ignore Madam Ling.
Madam Ling took a look at her son and did not speak.
Seeing that his mother was not in the mood to talk to him, Ling Tao gave up trying to be nice and took out this phone to make a call.
