Lin Hua's expression was quite interesting.
He was a crafty person, to begin with, and he was also very confident in himself. He believed that he could handle all situations with ease. He had never been in such a difficult situation since he was young.
In the living room, the air was cold, but Lin Hua kept wiping his tears.
My little uncle, Qu Hao, cousin Mo, and Jing Tian were all expressionless. I stayed by Jing Tian's side. I could feel my little uncle and Cousin Mo's sharp gazes as they glanced at Jing Tian.
Mister Li sat behind Jing Tian and me in a lazy and casual manner.
My little uncle had just finished dealing with his sweetheart and hadn't had the time to settle the score with Jing Tian. However, it was obvious that he knew everything. Cousin Mo was still the same as when he was young. He was the best at manipulating the situation. I had to take good care of my Jing Tian. I couldn't let my family bully him.