The Ye Family's heart skipped a beat, and she reached out to grab her son out of habit, "Son, what you said is a bit too harsh. Don't you know your own worth? I know you care about me, but there's no need to talk like that. Don't mention tens of billions, I'd be overjoyed to see you earn two thousand a month on your own, I'd literally laugh myself awake from dreaming, really."
Upon hearing this, Ye Zheng's mouth twitched a few times. This mother's expectations for him truly weren't high.
Well, it's because the previous 'Ye Zheng' was a trust fund kid!
"Mom." He tried to comfort her, "Don't worry, there's always a solution. It's late, you should go upstairs and rest, I need to talk to Dad."
"I'm not tired." Ye Family stubbornly insisted, but she was actually dead tired, "Go talk to him, I'll just listen in on the side."
Ye Zheng knew she was worried, "Mom, it's just some guys chatting, you go rest! Don't worry, I won't say anything stupid, I've got a brain, you know!"
