"Xu Lin, did my dad give you a hard time?"
"No, why would he make it difficult for me?"
"That's good!"
Yu Xinyan breathed a sigh of relief.
After chatting for a while, Xu Lin went back to his work.
Meanwhile.
As Yu Jianhua returned home, it was already eleven o'clock at night.
Yu Jianhua didn't watch TV but turned off the lights and went back to his room.
"That kid is going to earn over six hundred thousand next month."
Yu Jianhua couldn't help but mention to his wife.
"So much?"
Lin Yajing was quite surprised.
Yu Jianhua nodded: "He's quite capable in writing, earning a lot. I just chatted with him for a while."
"What do you think about it?"
"I don't think much, just let it be."
What Yu Jianhua meant by letting it be was about his daughter and Xu Lin.
In fact, Yu Jianhua didn't think much of Xu Lin before; he seemed to be just drifting by, not very reliable. Maybe it was because he was young, naturally immature, but now he seemed much better in comparison.
