Lin Ershuan brightened up the moment Lin Yuan walked in; the sense of groundless crisis in his heart dissipated significantly. As long as Lin Yuan was there, he felt much more at ease.
Seeing Lin Ershuan take his seat, Lin Yuan sent him a reassuring look and also exchanged a glance with Jin Yuyu, who sat opposite her.
With a sweep of her peripheral vision, she caught sight of the Eldest Jin Family, Jin Xufa, seated at the head. He was still bowing his head, fiddling with the inkstone in his hands, a plain and unadorned inkstone which seemed to blossom under his touch, and he appeared loath to put it down no matter how he looked at it.
Lin Yuan let out a slight sigh. No wonder the Second Oldest Jin was filled with ambition, the eldest one was really too feeble to rely on.