C218 To Su Ling's House

In the room, Su's mother was cooking in the kitchen with a white apron around her slender waist. Seeing Zhang Yang, she hurriedly stopped what she was doing and greeted him.

"Please take a seat, Little Ling. Go and pour some water for Mister Tu."

"Auntie Su, no need to be polite, you're still cooking right? Do you need my help?" Zhang Yang said with a smile