บท 1918: Not Informing Us of Such a Big Matter?

He merely told his parents, "If you still recognize me as your son and want my money, then don't interfere in my business. The divorce must go through regardless. The only difference is if I still care about you."

Three simple sentences was enough to make them quieten down.

Lu Man could guess Wang Juhuai's parents' attitude based on Xia Qingwei's words.

She smiled, holding Xia Qingwei's hand. "Mom, don't think about these things. You're still in confinement, so maintaining a good mood is of utmost importance. Leave everything to Dad. At worst, there's still me."

"Right." Xia Qingwei nodded.

***

Meanwhile, at the airport.

Wang Juhuai received Wang Taihong and Lu Wenqing.

Wang Juhuai might be middle-aged, but Wang Taihong and Lu Wenqing both still looked energetic.

They walked out looking like they're in their 50s or 60s; they did a good job maintaining their looks.

"Dad, Mom," Wang Juhuai called lacklusterly.