The other side is still trying to persuade them.
Wang Yan transferred two million points over.
Wang's parents remained silent for a moment, then changed their tune: "Take good care of yourself. If you're tired, take a good rest. San'er... when are you leaving? Your mother and I will see if we can take some time off to see you off."
Wang Yan did not answer, and everyone at the table held their breath.
The other side didn't say anything either.
After a brief standoff, the other end of the line hung up.
Wang Yan took a sip of water, his Adam's apple bobbing, and laughed, "Eating, huh? Can watching me fill my stomach?"
Xin Diao called out to him, "Wang Huohuo, you're amazing! What illness have you got this time?"
Wang Yan stroked his precious beard: "I'm almost healed. It was Wang San'er who died, what does that have to do with me, Wang Yan?"
He didn't know whether he was explaining it to others or to himself.
"They made their own choice; they want two million, not their son."
The money that Hei Er had extorted from Jin Zhong's auction was all robbed by Xia Chuhe and his gang, allowing Wang Yan to make a fortune.
After so much time has passed, he has figured out how to handle his relationship with his parents.
He had already decided that if his parents acknowledged him as their son, he would continue to be filial, treat them well as before, give them points, and take care of them.
If parents want points, then their son dies.
It wasn't someone else who killed him; they themselves extinguished their son's hope of living.
From that day forward, Wang San'er was no more.
After leaving Sister Li's food shop, with no one else around, Wang Yan finally asked Xia Chuhe to let her follow him forever.
Xia Chuhe wore a complicated expression: "I don't like your parents, but I didn't instigate you to sever ties with them. You need to think this through carefully. Don't let others influence you. If you regret it later, you can't blame anyone else."
“I know,” Wang Yan said. “I’ve thought it through a long time ago.”
Wang Yan glanced at Li Qiusheng: "I'm already very lucky. The price I paid was very small, and my... they got what they wanted."
Xia Chuhe sighed, "Okay, welcome to the... farm. Let me introduce it to you. It's a small organization, no base, just..."
Xia Chuhe pointed to the heads: "It's just the six of us, we just formed the group not long ago."
Wang Yan laughed, and Xia Chuhe laughed too.
It's time to give this gang a proper name; we can't keep fooling around with "xx Farm."
Wang Yan said that she wanted to go back to the courtyard with them today.
Xia Chuhe did not refuse.
Upon arriving at the courtyard, several girls gathered in the living room.
Wang Yan squatted in the corner, facing the yellow sand that was making the windproof cover crackle, and burst into tears.
For the deceased Wang San.
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