Lu Jiang sat beside her, listening intently, and felt very proud, "A month ago, when I heard Anbang talk about this, I thought it wouldn't sell, and I was afraid you'd worry about it, so I didn't tell you. I didn't expect it to sell so well and help so many people. With a son growing up, it adds so much glory and color to us as parents."
Feng Qingxue held the phone in one hand and patted Lu Jiang's arm with the other, saying displeasedly, "Why didn't you tell me? Even if not a single copy was sold, it's still my son's work, and I'd buy it to keep!"
Before Lu Jiang could answer, Xibao heard it through the phone and worried his parents might argue. He quickly said, "Mom, I only knew my compiled material was published when I received the royalties. Don't be mad at Dad, or I'll be mad at Godfather too; he didn't tell me a word!"
Zhao Anbang burst into laughter, patting the table with his single arm.
"Good son, I wanted to give you a surprise. Tell me, was it a surprise?"
