392 Chapter Father-Son Chat_1

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Ms. Su's eyes widened in disbelief, darting back and forth between Nanzhi and Shen Zhiyu for a long time before she seemed to deflate, collapsing to the ground.

The little child in front of her and the lord of the city looked somewhat alike, about sixty percent similar.

Especially when they looked at her now.

"How could this be..." Ms. Su slumped on the ground, her eyes still filled with reluctance.

"A person can't be too greedy; otherwise, it only harms others and oneself," Lin's mother wanted to spit in disgust, but not wanting to dirty her own yard, she simply snorted coldly and led Zhiyu towards the main house.

After all this fuss, it truly was tiresome.

The rest of the Lin Family yawned and stretched, following them inside, leaving behind only Ms. Su, who sat dazed on the ground, surrounded by a dozen or so stools of various sizes.

"Let's go, Nannan," Shen Wenchen said softly, hooking her fingers gently, with no intention of dealing further with Ms. Su.