At this moment, a series of melodious ringtones rang from his phone. It was his mother, Tang Mo'er.
Gu yelin pressed the button to answer the call. “Hello, Mother.”
“Yelin, come back for dinner tonight.”
“Okay.”
..
That night, Gu Yelin returned to the villa. After changing his shoes at the entrance, he walked into the living room.
His father, Gu Mohan, was also there. He was middle-aged and was wearing a dark grey, round-collared, thin shirt, revealing the white shirt collar underneath. His handsome face already had traces of age carved on it, making him look more dignified and dignified, gu Mohan lowered his eyes and looked at the financial report in his hands.
Gu Yilin walked forward and took a glance at the newspaper in Gu Mohan’s hands. His father had not been involved in the business world for a few years, so Gu Yilin was still very curious about what his father was looking at.
