Room 201, Building 5, Chengze Home.
"Old Lin!"
Seeing the WeChat message Qin Yuenan had sent from Lin Shen's phone, Zhao Nuannuan immediately rushed into the kitchen to tell Lin Qinghai. "Look! Nan sent a message from our son's phone!"
"So she sent a message. What are you getting so excited about?" Lin Qinghai curled his lips disdainfully, but Zhao Nuannuan was incredibly happy.
"She called me Auntie! It's been so long since our son brought a girl home. He finally managed to bring someone back this time. How could I not be happy?"
"You're this excited just because she called you Auntie?" Lin Qinghai teased, clearly much calmer. "If she called you Mom, wouldn't you empty out your life savings for her?"
"Hmph, I'd empty them even if she didn't call me Mom," Zhao Nuannuan snorted softly. "I specifically prepared a ten-thousand-yuan red envelope for Nan this time."
