The old lady was aggressive and looked like she was going to get back at him.
As his most beloved granddaughter, Luo Ruyin naturally had to be by his side.
As for the rest of the Lin family, they followed behind old Mrs. Lin obediently.
The group of people walked towards the door under the guidance of the servants.
At this time, Lin Hanxing was sitting lazily on the wicker chair that the mute uncle had brought over. On the decorative stone table in the courtyard next to him, there were a few hot desserts and black tea.
In contrast, Shen Shu 'er was tied up like a dumpling.
Lin Hanxing looked at the group of people approaching from afar. He took his time to cover the cold smile on his face with his black tea.
"You're Lin little nine?"
Soon, old Mrs. Lin arrived and the Lin family's servants surrounded the place.
On Lin Hanxing's side, there were only the mute uncle and Jiang Xibao.