Ye Fan walked out of the residential complex on foot and stood by the roadside waiting for a taxi when Lu Xiaoman called him.
"Ye Fan, have you gotten into a car yet?" Lu Xiaoman asked faintly over the phone.
Ye Fan smiled and said, "Almost."
"I'm very sorry about tonight, I didn't expect my mom to act like that," Lu Xiaoman said shamefully, "She, she..."
She hesitated, finding it difficult to criticize her adoptive mother.
Ye Fan comforted her with a smile, "It's okay. I understand your mom's attitude. Which parent doesn't hope their daughter can find a financially stable and good life partner? Tomorrow at noon, I'll give her thirty million, and then there shouldn't be any more problems."
"I..." Lu Xiaoman felt even more ashamed and upset upon hearing about the thirty million, so much that she felt she couldn't face anyone, and sighed deeply.
