Ye Zixu's calmness made Mother Ye dare not cry recklessly. She always knew that her daughter's public image needed maintaining, so after nodding, she quickly wiped her tears and followed her daughter out of the airport.
All the way to the car, Mother Ye was cautious, occasionally casting pitiful looks at Ye Zixu.
Every time Ye Zixu encountered such a look, she felt extremely uncomfortable.
Until she got into the car, she hadn't spoken a word.
She really didn't know what to say.
This time, she genuinely couldn't help Ye Zifeng.
Over twenty million, this amount was astronomical for her at the moment. Even if she sold her current apartment, it wouldn't cover a fraction of it.
She really didn't understand how Ye Zifeng managed to incur such a large gambling debt while being watched at his day job.
"Ah Zi..." Mother Ye knew the trouble Ye Zifeng caused was severe, but looking at her suicidal son at home, she could only turn to her daughter.
