So, even if Lin Guixiang knew about this, she would always treat Lin Bingqiang like a real younger brother.
Lin Bingqiang sighed softly.
His wife was right.
No matter what, his elder sister had the right to know the truth.
This was Lin Guixiang's life.
He couldn't decide for Lin Guixiang.
"Alright," Lin Bingqiang exhaled a puff of smoke, "we'll do as you said."
Seeing her husband finally cut through his mental knot, Zhao Cuinong was also very happy, because she had been keeping this secret, she hadn't dared to look Lin Guixiang in the eyes these past few days.
"Then I'll go talk to elder sister tomorrow."
"Don't."
Zhao Cuinong was speechless, "Are you regretting it again?"
"That's not it," Lin Bingqiang pressed the cigarette butt into the ashtray, "It's almost elder sister's birthday, I want to tell her then."
"That's fine." Zhao Cuinong nodded.
After all, Lin Guixiang's birthday was in just a couple of days.
The next day.
