Money money money, money again.

The fire in Lin Zhanhan's heart was raised again, he didn't want to talk to Xu Yan more, but Xu Yan has been challenging his bottom line.

Lin Zhanhan pursed her lips and looked out the window, but the window glass still reflected Xu Yan's shadow. Those brilliant jewels shone with a scorching light in the dark night, and the neon lights outside the window complemented each other, and the brilliant beauty stung Lin Zhanhan's eyes.

And what stinged him more than the light of the jewelry was the expression on Xu Yan's face, she held the steering wheel and looked ahead, and did not glance in the direction of Lin Zhanhan, but the corners of her red lips rose slightly, and she smiled lightly that she didn't care about.

What is there to be proud of this woman? Does she think that people all over the world will be like her, corrupting morals and destroying other people's families for a few dollars?

Lin Zhanhan gritted his teeth, the word "stop" had already surged to his throat, and he was about to blurt it out in the next second.

He didn't know where he could go when he got out of the car, but he didn't want to stay in this car for a second.

The black fire in his heart continued into a monstrous fire, as if he wanted to burn everything clean with people and cars.

However, in the next second, just before he opened his mouth to let Xu Yan stop, Lin Zhanhan's mobile phone buzzed.

The hum stopped the malice he was about to blurt out.

Lin Zhanhan looked down, and the phone screen lit up on his lap - a text message came in, from an unfamiliar number.

"Guess who I am." It was followed by a grinning face with bared teeth.

…… The level of boredom is close to that of kindergarten children.

However, as if a clean firebreak was suddenly cut out in the raging forest, the black fire in Lin Zhanhan's heart was inexplicably intercepted by this text message, and he held his mobile phone and was stunned.

He didn't have to guess who the text was, and he didn't have many social connections in China.

“…… Where did you get your number? Lin Zhanhan replied.

"When you just went to buy ice cream, your phone fell on the table, so I used it to dial my phone number, and then wrote down the number - please God, don't live so self-contained, okay, with your mobile phone number, I don't have to be a human courier when I report the next time, a phone call will be solved."

"Ah, don't talk about it, I've half of the time it took me to send a text message!" Behind a grinning angry expression.

Lin Zhanhan stared at the phone for two seconds, and suddenly laughed silently.

He picked up his bag and held it in front of his face, blocking the view of the woman in the front row, and then showed a bigger smile in the shadows.

It was supposed to be a humiliating night, as his own father nearly searched the city's ice rinks to stop his dream, and he had to pull down his son to ask his stepmother for help and accept the wanton taunts.

But his mood surprisingly did not hit rock bottom - probably because even though the surface was stained with countless stains and spots, the undertone of life was bright.

The past month can be regarded as the happiest period he has had in recent years.

What exactly is making the difference?

The father is still the same father, the stepmother is still the same stepmother, the ice rink is still the same ice rink.

The only variable is that there is one more bright foam in his life.