"Your child is much more worry-free," Wen Rendong said.
"Look at what you're saying. How many people are going to be upset with you? Everyone wants to have a capable son like Yanqing, yet you're envious of others." Mr. Lin clicked his tongue.
When it came to his family, Mr. Lin was proud and secretly boasted, "My Zhaonan is not bad. He's managing the company well. Although Gantang isn't as capable as her brother, she's earned some money from the bookstore. She's been investing in some movies recently. She's doing quite well."
"You taught them well."
"No, it was all their own idea." Mr. Lin said happily, "I've already retired. I don't bother about them anymore. I still have to ask them for this and that. The children are annoyed."
Wen Rendong said, "You're right. Yanqing also likes to make his own decisions. I don't even know what the youngsters are thinking now."
"You want to know? It's easy."
Wen Rendong looked at him.
