The Morgue

"Mom, don't be angry, I have something good to tell you."

Lan Tingyun smiled in panic.

"What else could you be up to?"

Zhao Xiumei was confused.

She had had enough of them. Lan Anran bullied her and this useless son didn't care!

"Mom, of course there is such a good thing. Tingyi is working well in the hospital and he takes the initiative to work overtime everyday. I can tell that he is starting to change."

Lan Yanran was pleased.

Lan Anran was puzzled. Lan Tingyi was always dependent on his mother in his past life, how could he be willing to work?

"Oh my goodness! There's such a good thing? The heavens have opened their eyes!"

Zhao Xiumei smiled, thinking that the old man in the sky was blessing her son.

"Good, good! Tingyun, you have to hurry, you have to get my house back."

Zhao Xiumei was always thinking about her old house. How could she just sell it like that?