A few days later.
Zhang Ye made a call from his apartment.
"Hello, mom. Didn't I borrow 50,000 from you and dad last time? I have the money now and I will transfer another 100,000 to you as well. Please use it as you wish. If you want to buy clothes, buy clothes. If you want jewelry, get jewelry. Don't try to save; if you don't have enough, let me know again."
"Don't worry. Mom doesn't know much, but spending money is my specialty!"
"F**k, at least be more indirect about this."
"Why do I need to be indirect with my own son? If I finish spending it all, I will just look for you. Oh, right. How did you get the money? Sold some copyright again? Or did you release another novel?"
"Sold a song to a popular Heavenly Queen."
"What? My son even knows how to write songs? And even sold it off to a Heavenly Queen?"
"Yes, you know who I am. Let's not talk about this, I need to go to work now. I've rested for quite a few days already."
