It was late in the evening when Ryan returned home. Mrs. Melton had been worried sick and kept complaining about his recklessness when she knew he had gone to the developers.
After a while, Mr. Melton came home from work. They sat together and had dinner silently.
Ryan took out the bank card he got from Tiger and handed it to his dad.
"Dad, there’s forty thousand in this card, and it has no password. The developer compensated us for our loss."
Upon hearing this, everyone paused, looking at Ryan in shock.
Mrs. Melton looked searchingly at Ryan, and finally couldn't help but ask anxiously, "Honey, tell the truth. You didn't do anything ill or hooked up with the wrong crowd, did you?"
"Mom, what are you talking about? Is your son that kind of person? I didn't do anything. I just went
