C381 The bookkeeper is here

"Ding Ling — Ding Ling —"

The doorbell rang.

The conversation between mother and son was interrupted.

If a servant were to open the door, no matter who it was, Ling Hong Yu would pinch her heart to take out the ice cubes and cover her two sons' faces. Looking at her son's face, her heart felt like a knife was being twisted, and she blamed her husband for being too ruthless