Chapter 85: Chapter 85: Tyrant Flower and Small White Flower (1)_1

Thinking this, Han Zhijin couldn't hold back and spoke up, "Uncle, you..."

But after just four words, he felt a chilling cold on his back. He involuntarily shivered and instinctively looked at Han Jingnian.

The man was staring at him, his gaze as sharp as icicles.

Han Zhijin immediately chickened out, no longer daring to speak recklessly.

Xia Wan'an, unaware of what Han Jingnian had done behind her, saw Han Zhijin stop mid-sentence and curiously asked, "Han Zhijin, what were you saying?"

Hearing her voice, Han Jingnian also spoke to Han Zhijin. His voice was deliberately mild and harmless, feigning curiosity about what Han Zhijin wanted to say next. However, unbeknownst to others, his gaze on Han Zhijin was even colder and sharper. "What's up?"

Han Zhijin's eyes widened in disbelief. His uncle's performance left him speechless, "..." My god, why doesn't my uncle go and act in films?!