During the Spring Festival, my wife took my daughter and I back to my mother-in-law's house to celebrate the New Year.
When the car stopped in the emergency lane of the highway, I thought Lin Yu was going to the bathroom.
"Yanyan is asleep, don't disturb her." I pulled up my daughter's blanket.
Lin Yu didn't look back, tapping her fingers on the steering wheel: "Shen Mingqian, take Yanyan out of the car."
I was stunned: "What?"
Su Wen, who was in the back seat, said at the right time: "Sister Yu, forget it, you can still sit if you squeeze a little."
His son Kangkang immediately started crying: "I don't want it! I don't want to sit with that sick child! She just coughed!"
Lin Yu turned his head, his eyes were colder than I had ever seen before.
"Did you hear that? Get out of the car."
"Lin Jie is already on his way. He will be there in half an hour."
"You guys wait here for a while."
It's the twenty-eighth day of the twelfth lunar month, on the highway, minus five degrees.
I held my three-year-old daughter in my arms and watched her restart the car.
The taillights were getting further and further away in the wind and snow.
Until it disappears.
I took out my cell phone and called the richest man's mother;
"Mom, I figured it out, I'll take the baby home."
"I want the Lin family to go bankrupt, and I want Lin Yu to kneel in front of me and kowtow!"
