The next morning, sunlight streamed through the thin curtains into the spacious and bright living room of Lin Hongmei's villa.
At this moment, Lin Hongmei and her younger sister Lin Fangyi were comfortably sitting on a soft sofa, holding a tablet computer, having a video call with their parents who were on the other side of the world.
In the video, the mother, Lin Ying, is smiling and seemingly focused on watching Lin Hongmei and Lin Fangyi on the other side of the screen. However, upon closer inspection, one can see that her lively eyes are constantly darting around, as if she is anxiously searching for something.
Finally, unable to contain her curiosity, Lin Ying asked, "Where's Xiaoyun? Why isn't she out? Is she still in bed?"
Lin Hongmei smiled slightly and replied softly, "Mom, don't worry, Xiaoyun is still asleep. My brother came home very late yesterday, he's probably still asleep right now."
No sooner had he finished speaking than Lin Jianguo, the father who had been silent on the other end of the phone, suddenly frowned and said with a serious expression, "This child, he just got home and is already so late. He doesn't respect us parents at all! He must have been hanging out with some shady people and picked up a lot of bad habits. We have to discipline him properly."
"Dad, what are you saying!"
Hearing her father's stern words, Lin Hongmei was quite surprised. She remembered her father as always gentle, kind, and understanding; why would he say such a thing today?
Just as she was filled with doubt, Lin Jianguo seemed to realize that he had said something wrong, and quickly scratched his head, giving his wife a resentful look.
Then, Lin Jianguo explained helplessly, "Oh, Hongmei, don't blame your father. Your mother forced me to say these things. If I don't quote lines from that novel she's been reading lately, she won't let me go to bed..."
As soon as Lin Jianguo finished speaking, Lin Ying quickly reached out, bent her fingers, and flicked Lin Jianguo's forehead without any mercy. With a crisp "smack," a sharp slap landed squarely on Lin Jianguo's head.
She scolded playfully, "Oh dear, didn't I tell you? These are things we can only say quietly when we're sleeping. How can we say them in front of the children!"
At this moment, Lin Hongmei looked at her parents, whose combined age was over one hundred years old, and couldn't help but feel helpless and speechless.
While a deep and loving relationship between husband and wife is something to be envied, shouldn't such intimate gestures be kept away from children?
After scolding Lin Jianguo, Lin Ying waved her hand, signaling Lin Jianguo to obediently stand behind her and develop his skills.
Seeing this, Lin Jianguo had no choice but to stand up reluctantly, his big, round belly sticking out, and he shuffled over behind Lin Ying with a displeased expression.
However, when he had walked halfway, he suddenly stopped as if he had remembered something important, turned to look at the camera, and asked, "By the way, how is that old scoundrel Lin Yaodong doing now? What has he been up to lately?"
Hearing this, Lin Hongmei nodded solemnly and slowly said, "Well, according to the information we have so far, he somehow managed to bring over former US President White Lantern. In my opinion, he probably wants to use White Lantern's influence to prevent Dad from returning to China."
"White light?"
Upon hearing the name, Lin Jianguo and Lin Ying glanced at each other simultaneously and then burst into laughter.
"That old scoundrel has been fooled again. The relationship between Bai Deng and Te Lipu is actually quite good!"
"His son had to resort to some outrageous means to get bail out of prison."
"ah?"
"Mr. Te Li called your mother and me to dinner, so I'll leave it at that for now. Remember, don't worry too much about that White Light. Even if he really wants to stop us, he'll have to see if China will agree. Things are different now!"
After saying that, Lin Jianguo hung up the video call. His hurried manner was exactly the same as Lin Hongmei's, leaving Lin Hongmei and Lin Fangyi, who still wanted to say something, behind.
The two shook their heads helplessly and were about to get up when they saw Mu Liuyun cautiously walk out of her room.
"Xiaoyun, come here!"
"Sister, what are you doing?"
Seeing Mu Liuyun's puzzled little face, Lin Fangyi's lips curled up: "Let your older sister admire it."
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