After Wen Wan's situation was settled, Lu Fan wasn't in a hurry to return to Yangcheng.
He stayed at the manor for a night and called Jiang Sifan first thing the next morning.
The call was answered after just two rings.
Jiang Sifan's voice sounded a little tired, but he was alert enough. "What's up?"
'Even now, Jiang Sifan couldn't bring himself to call him "Dad."'
Lu Fan leaned back on the sofa, a cup of tea in his hand. His tone was as casual as if he were just making small talk. "Sifan, I have an idea. Why don't you discuss it with Wen Wan?"
"What's the idea?"
"You two can come to the manor once a week to clean. No heavy lifting—just sweeping the floors, wiping down tables, watering the flowers. I'll pay you for it."
The other end of the line went silent for a few seconds.
Jiang Sifan sounded a little awkward. "There's no need for that. We already owe you the four hundred thousand. We can't possibly..."
