Yin Lian turned his head, a three-point sneer oozing from his face.

"I didn't see you pay a cent for my hospitalization last time."

Money for hospitalization? More than 10,000 VIP wards a day?

Zeng Xuerong remembered it later, and then looked at Yin Lian with wide eyes.

"You, where did you get the money?"

"You don't have to." After Yin Lian left a rebellious look, he continued to walk upstairs.

"Stop!" Zeng Xuerong rushed upstairs quickly, blocking in front of Yin Lian, obviously excited, looking at Yin Lian's eyes with an unknown color. "You, you're not going to sell your body, are you? Yin Lian, how can you practice yourself like this? You-you really made me-"

"Go on." Yin Lian looked at Zeng Xuerong with his hands on his chest, his face was full of anger, his eyes were full of anger and endless disappointment, and in the end, all these complex and intertwined angers were frozen by the ice.

Zeng Xuerong looked at the indifference on Yin Lian's face, and realized that it was a bit too much to speculate about her daughter just now, but she couldn't think of where Yin Lian got the money except for this.

"I've gone a little too far, but you're a college student, where did you get so much money?"

Yin Lian's beautiful eyebrows and eyes were full of coldness and alienation, "I have more ability to make money, just participate in a piano competition, and the prize money will be in my hands." ”

As soon as Yin Lian opened his mouth, Zeng Xuerong was half angry.

"You're still mentioning this to me? You, you, you really want to me off? Zeng Xuerong was really angry this time, and she was dizzy, standing on the stairs and faintly falling down.

Yin Lian's eyes were quick, and he reached out to support Zeng Xuerong.

"You're off—don't let me see you." Zeng Xuerong pushed Yin Lian's hand away, and said with a splitting headache and weakness.

"Mom, I'll help you." Yin Yuhan stepped forward and supported Zeng Xuerong instead of Yin Lian. "Mom, slow down......"

Yin Lian stared at his hand for a long time, then raised his hand to pick up his hair, his fingers passed through the hair, and a low laugh came out of his mouth.

The laughter was dyed with self-deprecation and more madness.

"Crazy ......" Zeng Xuerong was lying on the sofa, her head becoming more and more dizzy.

The laughter retracted, Yin Lian half-lowered his eyes, and his wing-like eyelashes covered all the emotions under his eyes under the projection of the light. With his head down, his hair hanging down on his sides, and his face almost buried in the shadows, giving people a ghostly sense of evil and mystery!

Upstairs, Yin Yulan opened a tiny crack in the door and kept staring, his eyes getting deeper and darker.

Yin Lian returned to the room, threw himself on the bed, and looked at the ceiling with an empty gaze.

She had thought about a question before, if it weren't for the strong enough quality in her heart, it was estimated that she would be the second Yin Yulan.

"Buckle, buckle—" The sound of knocking on the wall sounded.

Yin Lian sat up and looked at the wall, frowning.

After a pause for half a moment, Yin Lian lazily walked from the bed and came to the wall, ready to knock on the wall.

"When—" The door slammed.

This way of knocking on the door is Yin Yulan.

Yin Lian guessed that Yin Yulan couldn't wait for her to respond, so she was in a hurry.

He should have seen it all.

In this family, she and Yin Yulan are the same kind of people, poor insects that no one cares about.

Yin Lian opened the door, and Yin Yulan stood straight at the door and didn't speak.

"Come in." Yin Lian gave way to the side.

Yin Yulan walked in obediently, and then continued to stand like a primary school student.