Zhao Cuinong continued, "Have you thought about that matter?"
Before Lin Bingqiang could reply, Zhao Cuinong turned to her son standing beside her, "Go take a bath, you still have school tomorrow."
"Oh." Lin Guodong obediently went to find clothes for his bath.
Watching his son's back, Lin Bingqiang took out a cigarette from his pocket and lit it, and after a long pause, he finally said, "Mom, can you be sure this is true?"
He still couldn't accept that his elder sister wasn't blood-related to him.
Zhao Cuinong said, "If you don't believe it, I can go call her over right now."
As she spoke, she turned to leave.
Lin Bingqiang grabbed her hand, "Mom might be asleep by now, let's not disturb the old lady."
Zhao Cuinong looked at Lin Bingqiang, "So what are you really thinking right now?"
Lin Bingqiang felt his mind was a mess, "I don't know."
