The chopsticks

The next day.

The sky had just brightened when there was a knock on Lin Hanxing's door.

When she lazily opened the door in her silk pajamas, the maid was stunned to see her fair skin.

It turned out that Lin youlin, who hadn't slept well the whole night, was afraid that she would delay business and was about to ask the servant to wake Lin Hanxing up early when Yuan shaojing's trusted aide, uncle hai, arrived and was waiting downstairs.

Lin Hanxing only acknowledged after hearing that. He freshened up, changed his clothes, and went downstairs.

The hall was already filled with the Lin family members who had woken up early. Even Luo Ruyin, whose face had slightly swollen, was present.

Their expressions were all different. It was supposed to be breakfast time, but no one had the mood to.

The mute uncle had already prepared Lin Hanxing's breakfast.

"Miss Lin, I'm here to pick you up."