Lin Yu returned home on the evening of Qian Chunli's birthday.
When she got home, her mother Qian Chunli had prepared a table full of delicious dishes, while Lin Aiguo sat on the edge of the heated brick bed, smoking a large pipe, seemingly waiting for her to return before starting the meal.
"Mom! Happy birthday!" Lin Yu presented her birthday gift to Qian Chunli, a subtly elegant shirt with a small floral pattern.
"Thank you, my Xiaoyu! It's so beautiful!" Qian Chunli was extremely pleased, as she was indeed very happy today.
It was just a pity that her son had to work overtime and would not be back until late. It would have been nice to have him there for the meal too.
Lin Aiguo watched the heartwarming mother-daughter scene with a cold eye. Knocking his pipe against the edge of the bed, he said, "Lin Yu! That day you told me you saw where Lin Xia's family lives while you were getting your hair done with a colleague. What did I tell you at the time?"
