Baili Lanxiang silently nodded, it was probably just as she thought.
However, the mother and son had already recognized each other, so no matter who was behind the mischief, it was no longer of any use.
Baili Lanxiang checked the time, it was almost noon: "Yang Fan, you don't have to live here alone anymore, come home with me, live with Mom."
Yang Fan was overjoyed, naturally not declining. Everything was the work of fate; he finally had a mother, he was no longer a child without one. "Mom, this house is also rented, I'll move out tomorrow."
"Okay, there's only me at home, you don't need to bring anything useless here, I'll have someone come to take it tomorrow."
The mother and son left the apartment, Baili Lanxiang held Yang Fan's arm, seemingly wanting to hold it forever.
When they arrived at Baili Lanxiang's home, he immediately put on an apron: "You go and sit down first, I'll cook."
