Yin Busan, who had been hiding on the side, observing the entire scene, stepped out.
Yin Busan opened the piece of paper, glanced at the Yin family members below, some shocked, others delighted, and unfolded it.
"On this paper are the names of many people. I know many are dissatisfied with me.
I also know someone here must have acted irrationally.
Now, let's see who is on this list."
Yin Busan held the paper up for everyone to see, and all could see that it was just a blank page, not a single word on it.
For a moment, everyone was dumbfounded, including the problematic young people.
Some were relieved, some astonished, and others had complex expressions.
Yu Ziqing just sat there, sipping his tea quietly, not interjecting anymore.
Now, how to handle it, that was the Yin family's concern.
Yin Busan burned the paper to ashes, looking at the crowd of Yin family members, his gaze filled with various emotions, confusion, self-blame, and helplessness.