At that moment, Lin Xiaoyan had already handed the mobile phone to Old Wang, her eyes fixed intently on him, making Old Wang's scalp tingle.
"Hello? Dad, have you started to feel unwell recently? How's Mom? Is she okay? Well, how about this: I'll transfer some more money home. Don't worry, your son is making good money out here! Just tell Xiao Yan whatever you guys need."
"Ah, ah, I don't have any serious illnesses, so go ahead and let Xiao Yan handle the transfers for now. That's all for now, I'm tired today and going to sleep early."
Old Wang didn't dare to say anything in front of Lin Xiaoyan, genuinely afraid that she might reveal something to his son. Besides, Lin Xiaoyan had just mentioned she recorded everything—if it really got sent over, how could he continue to rely on his son to live?
After he finished speaking to his son, Old Wang quickly ran to his room, truly afraid that his daughter-in-law might say something to his son.
