Lin Zefeng looked at her in surprise and asked in disbelief:

"Your home is in Tianjing Bay?"

Yang Ruoyan buried his head deeper and nodded.

"Are you a live-in tutor or a live-in nanny there?"

"no."

Yang Ruoyan shook his head.

"Are you staying with relatives?"

"no."

She continued to shake her head.

"Is that your home?"

"That's right, my dad's house."

She finally nodded.

Lin Zefeng was so angry that he slammed his fist on the steering wheel horn, and the car horn howled as if it was irritated.

He closed his eyes and took a breath, but he still couldn't help shouting:

"Miss, are you kidding me? Dongjing Bay is a famous luxury area in City A. The people living there are worth at least hundreds of millions. They are no worse than Xia Apartment No. 9, or even better than that.

But you can’t even afford a dress worth over 10,000 yuan. If you say you are that nanny, I will believe it. But if you say you are that person’s daughter, how can I believe it?”

Xia Apartment No. 9 is a famous single apartment in City A. Almost all the people living in it are dignitaries and wealthy families.

But Tianjing Bay is almost exclusively a wealthy area. Each luxury building covers an area of ​​several thousand square meters. None of the top 30 richest people in the country can live in it.

Yang Ruoyan's tearful eyes were full of grievances. Indeed, her father was Yang Xuhao, the 25th richest man in the country. The total assets of Yang Group under his name reached tens of billions, but she was ordinary and could not even buy a dress.

Sorry.

"I'm not lying to you. What I said is true. My father is Yang Xuhao, the chairman of Yang Group. I..."

Lin Zefeng raised his hand to stop her and asked unbearably:

"Are you the stepmother's child? Are you the illegitimate daughter raised by Yang Xuhao outside?"

Yang Ruoyan was asked and didn't know how to answer. He bit his lower lip and shook his head.

"Go down."

Lin Zefeng closed his eyes and touched his forehead, waved his other hand towards her, and said in a slightly tired tone:

"I don't like my friends lying to me, or pretending to be in front of me. I hate such people, and I hate such women even more. I'm sorry, I don't want to send you back. Get off the bus."

Yang Ruoyan was so aggrieved that she didn't know how to explain it. Tears kept falling like raindrops. She opened the car door and got out of the car anxiously.

After closing the door, Lin Zefeng drove away directly, leaving her alone on the road, blowing the ruthless cold wind.

The tousled hair covered the cheeks washed by tears. I felt miserable and couldn't express my pain. I watched him drive further and further away until he disappeared.

After Lin Zefeng turned a corner on the white Land Rover off-road vehicle, he suddenly thought of something and took out his mobile phone to call his mother in South Korea.

"Dudu..."

"Hey, son, why do you have time to call mom today? Is there no announcement?"

On the other end of the phone, a surprised mother asked excitedly in broken Chinese.

"Well, Mom, I haven't called you for a long time. How are you doing?"

"Of course, your aunt and I are carrying you. Do you miss your mother? Is it okay to be alone in China?"

"Well, very good, Mom, I would like to ask if my father had a sister back then, who was my aunt. Do you know?"

"I know, I called you a few days ago to ask. By the way, it seems that your new address is in the same city as hers."
Chapter completed!