It wasn't long before.
The car arrived at the manor.
Taking the ring road, we didn't encounter a single red light along the way. Looking at the villas on one side and the farmlands on the other, one can imagine the feverish state of the real estate market in Qingyan City today—utter chaos.
Entering the living room.
It naturally became the center of attention.
Dragged by his parents into a host of questions, Mother Tang finally relented after a while. Looking at her son, her heart swelled with pride. She might be mediocre herself, but the son she gave birth to was anything but ordinary.
Wealthy.
Talented.
Handsome.
The very template of 'someone else's child'.
Having run the shop for so long, the neighboring stores had no idea that her son was Tang Qing. Whenever the topic came up in conversation, both husband and wife would casually brush it off. Otherwise, they probably wouldn't be able to keep their store running.
That's the only fun they had left.
