He was glad that he had raked in the cash hard enough earlier to get his personal savings back up to over a million.
Even if he lost his job, it would not affect his life for the time being.
But the person who had caused him to lose all that, Zhou Honglin still hated with a passion.
It was said that cutting off people’s money was like killing their parents, and this matter must have been done by Hai Tong to get War Shao to do it.
The purpose was to take out anger for Hai Ling, which was tantamount to having something to do with Hai Ling as well, and Zhou Honglin became resentful towards Hai Ling.
Hai Ling hugged her son back from his arms, smiling, “I repeatedly promised that I personally would not exact revenge on you again, it’s you who didn’t understand what I meant and blamed me?”
“Thank you for coming all this way to tell me those things.”
After saying that, Hailing carried her son upstairs.
Zhou Honglin turned to look at her back and said in a raised voice, “Won’t you invite me upstairs for a seat?”
“There’s no place for you to sit.”
Zhou Honglin: “……”
Taking his money and renting such a nice house to live in, he actually didn’t even invite him upstairs to have a seat.
Hai Ling, count yourself cruel enough!
“Mum, why doesn’t dad live with us?”
Yang Yang asked innocently.
The little one was finding it harder and harder to see his dad.
Although, his favourites are his mum and sister-in-law.
But Dad, is always Dad, and he still thinks of him, sometimes.
“Dad works too far away from where we live now and it’s not convenient to go to work, so, Dad doesn’t live with us.”
Yang Yang seemed to understand.
He asked again, “Mum, why don’t we live back at our old home?”
Hai Ling: “……”
After the New Year, the little one grew a bit older and had more questions.
She thought about it and replied, “The original home, it has to be redecorated and the renovation is taking a long time, so we won’t be able to live back in the original home for a long, long time.”
Yang Yang let out an oh and didn’t ask any further questions.
When mother and son arrived home, Hai Tong had prepared dinner.
She was sitting bored in front of the sofa, her drawing board on the coffee table, as she drew to pass the time.
“Auntie.”
Yang Yang slipped out of her mother’s arms as soon as she entered the room and called out happily to Hai Tong.
Hai Tong put down the brush in her hand, smiled and opened her arms, and when her nephew came running over, she picked up the little one and kissed him several times, asking with a smile, “Did Yang Yang miss Little Aunt?”