The grass on the wall is on both sides

However, he quickly shifted his gaze away coldly.

"Little Jiu." Seeing her attitude, Lin yanshu smiled awkwardly.

Lin Hanxing did not say anything.

The father and daughter took the opportunity to size her up.

Her slightly curled black hair was dyed by the glow of the setting sun.

Lin Hanxing's originally delicate and flawless face was covered with a mask of coldness and alienation.

The light was terrifying.

"Little 9th, the guests downstairs have all left."

Lin yanshu said softly.

He looked as if he was afraid of disturbing Lin Hanxing.

However, when he saw that she kept staring at the family portrait, he felt a little hope of getting into her good books.

"Back then ..."

"Little uncle wants to talk to me about what happened in the past?"

Lin Hanxing finally spoke, but it was to interrupt Lin yanshu.

The way she looked at him was indifferent.

There were no feelings.

Upon hearing this, Lin yanshu's mind went blank.