Aren't we friends? Why are you rushing at me?

Time ticked by, and the clock struck 6:40. The Lin family all stopped what they were doing, and the oppressive dinner finally came to an end.

Lin Wanrou and Lin Qingyao got up almost simultaneously and left the scene first.

Lin Wanrou didn't want to stay here any longer because she was feeling sad.

Lin Qingyao, on the other hand, was too disgusted with this environment and didn't want to stay a moment longer.

Lin Shi, Ye Cheng, and Su Xin exchanged a glance, their eyes meeting in a tacit understanding, and stood up together.

Ye Cheng and Su Xin understood immediately and chased after the two who were about to leave.

Lin Shi glanced at Lin Tingquan and gestured for him to come with him.

The two walked toward the back garden, paying no attention to the expressions of the others.

Lin Shi walked to a corner, leaned against the wall, and blended his figure into the shadows. He wasn't in a good mood.

Perhaps because he had spent so much time with Shen Zhixiao, a hint of murderous intent suddenly arose within him.

Damn it, why don't you just wipe out Mr. and Mrs. Lin?

Let Grandpa Lin raise his three children alone and live a good life.

But after thinking about it, I forcibly suppressed the thought.

If Lin Wanrou hadn't just lost her adoptive mother and still wanted to integrate into the family, he really wouldn't want to put up with this.

(Putting on armor in advance, the male lead will start cursing in the next chapter. Please wait for me to lay the groundwork and don't curse me, please. If you really can't stand it, then curse Lin's parents first.)

He looked up at Lin Tingquan, his eyes fixed intently on his eyes:

"Is your old man always like this?"

When Lin Tingquan heard Lin Shi address his father, he paused for a moment, but ultimately did not object.

He took a deep breath and nodded. He took out a cigarette and offered one to Lin Shi.

Lin Shi waved his hand in refusal, took out a Ye Cheng brand orange-flavored lollipop from his pocket, popped it into his mouth, and used the sugar to suppress the thoughts in his heart.

Seeing this, Lin Tingquan didn't press the matter further. After taking a deep breath, he said:

"Ever since my grandfather's health deteriorated and he took over the company, things have gradually turned out like this."

"He not only demanded that everyone in the family maintain so-called etiquette at all times, but he also rearranged the layout of the living room, making it look like a showroom."

"I can't blame Qingyao for wanting to leave; sometimes I even hate this family myself."

After saying that, he took a deep breath, turned to look at the moon, and said with a hint of self-deprecation:

"Do you know why I find appraising cultural relics exhausting, yet I still don't delegate it all to appraisers?"

Do you know why I refused Lin Qingyao's request to leave?

She still didn't wait for Lin Shi's reply, as if she wanted to say everything that had been hidden in her heart all at once:

"Because appraising cultural relics is an official business, it's the only legitimate way for me to escape this home."

"And I will work hard."

At this point, Lin Tingquan took a deep breath and said in an extremely firm voice:

"One day, I will bring him down."

"I'll show him who's the grandson and who's the grandfather!"

Lin Shi listened to Lin Tingquan's story, completely ignoring his last, somewhat crude remark.

He also looked up at the moon and exclaimed loudly, completely oblivious to whether his father could hear him:

"Is he out of his mind?!"

Lin Tingquan seemed to be ignited by these words, or perhaps the pent-up emotions from speaking the truth had been released, and he shouted:

"He's just sick!"

After shouting, the two of them paused for a moment, then turned to look at each other simultaneously, their eyes filled with a subtle surprise.

Is he... really sick in the head?

(Keep stacking nails; being sick is no excuse for making mistakes~)