"Bingying, what's wrong?"
Zhong Lan was a sensitive woman, and all the more so when it came to her daughter, she quickly noticed that Luo Bingying's mood had undergone some subtle change.
"It's nothing."
Luo Bingying gently shook her head.
"I know these times have been hard on you, with your father in prison and my businesses not doing well, which is why I came up with this bad idea."
Zhong Lan pulled up a stool, sat next to Luo Bingying, and said tenderly, "Don't blame Mom, everything I'm doing is for you and your brother."
Luo Bingying hummed in response, her face expressionless as she stared at the "Criminal Law" book before her.
"Things have turned out for the best like this, selling off all four yoga studios, and you're still alright."
