Lin Yao staggered to her feet, her whole body oozing with cold, and she could feel her limbs shaking from the chill. Just as she groped her way, preparing to go upstairs to her room, she heard a noise from above. Looking up, when she saw Lin Tianhao and Lin Jinfang standing upstairs, she instinctively shrank back.
Her hand on the armrest of the sofa suddenly tightened. Just now, she had seen a glimpse of a sinister expression in Lin Tianhao's eyes—brief, but clear to her. Moreover, she had also distinctly seen a hint of murderous intent in the eyes of Lin Jinfang standing beside him.
Under the high-handed scrutiny of these two men, Lin Yao felt her limbs shaking even more violently. She could feel that the most unbearable pressure weighing on her was not from Lin Tianhao but from Lin Jinfang standing next to him.