Ye Lingchen took out his mobile phone and called home. "Mom, I suddenly received an invitation to the Spring Festival Gala. I'm afraid I can't go back today."
The sound of firecrackers could be heard from the other end of the line. The noise was raucous and the New Year enthusiasm was evident. Xu Zhen was obviously also busy.
Xu Zhen was still chatting and laughing with others, but was taken aback when she heard that and asked, "Spring Festival Gala? This is good news. You've received an invitation to the Spring Festival Gala?"
"Yeah," Ye Lingchen answered softly. Although Xu Zhen pretended to be happy, Ye Lingchen could sense the disappointment in her voice.
"Okay, okay. My son is so amazing that he even received an invite to the Spring Festival Gala. If I tell everyone, God knows how many would be envious," Xu Zhen smiled and said.
"I'll try my best to go back tomorrow night," Ye Lingchen promised, since the next day was already New Year's Day.
