To be honest, if it weren't for the fact that the leaders wanted to talk with Zhou Guobin, Zhou Guobin wouldn't even know that his son had caused such a stir abroad.
Mrs. Zhou made the call to Zhou Yuwen because Zhou Guobin asked her to do so.
After finding out that it was indeed her son, Mrs. Zhou's feelings were actually very complicated; earning several million would make her a little happy.
But this was thirty billion.
Too much, beyond the imagination of ordinary people.
That night, Mrs. Zhou didn't sleep at all, just lay in bed staring blankly at the ceiling with sighs, sometimes unable to resist asking Zhou Guobin, "Hey, Old Zhou, do you think Wenwen is really our child?"
Zhou Guobin was silent too, unlike Yang Lirong, who showed everything on her face.
Mrs. Zhou, Yang Lirong, had already made many assumptions, like maybe they swapped children when young, or Zhou Yuwen was someone else's child?
Or, perhaps, Zhou Yuwen was replaced?
In short, all sorts of thoughts.
