Gu Ranzhi had tried to persuade her many times but he understood that it was a waste of time.
However, every time he went back home to visit after much trouble, he would see his mother completely exhausted. As her son, how could he not feel heartache for her?
"You can rest for a while."
"Okay, remember to call me when Xuxu and the others arrive."
"Got it."
...
About fifteen minutes later, from afar, Gu Ranzhi saw the group of cars that was constantly emitting a rich aura. Gu Ranzhi frowned.
Sure enough, the next second after the cars stopped.
"Good morning, brother-in-law."
Hmph.
Every time Gu Ranzhi saw that unlikable face, he had the urge to punch it.
Not to mention answering this face. Instead, he looked at the open rear window.
"Uncle, uncle, good morning."
"Good morning, Little Ningning."
They were father and son but the treatment was completely different.
