"[Hmm, actually, I also guessed it was Huo Zhanting, just afraid of being slapped in the face. How could Director Huo, being so rich, not give even a little alimony to his own mother?]"
"[Money's got nothing to do with it, the richer they are, the tighter their purse strings.]"
"[It's confirmed, it's Huo Zhanting. You can know someone's face, but not their heart. Someone recognized that the background is Huo Zhanting's home; the saying 'marrying a wife and forgetting one's mother' really does hold true.]"
"[I've gone from fan to hater, I really can't stand people who are unfilial.]"
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Huo Zhanting's name featured prominently as if an Internet Water Army were deliberately guiding the direction of public opinion. An Lan, with her head propped in one hand, glanced at the time and took out her phone to call Huo Zhanting.
Huo Zhanting's phone was quickly answered, and his voice was still warm and indulgent on the other end, "Lanlan, are you awake?"
