He followed Wang shiqing to the Wang house's holding room, and saw Wang Dinghai with disheveled hair.
The so-called young master of the past had clearly lost his previous prestige.
Like a stray dog, his entire person was covered in dust and his face was filled with defeat.
"Hey, you're Wang Dinghai? Tell me, where did you lock up Xiao Qing's father?"
Lin Yi looked at Wang Dinghai expressionlessly. This guy was unkempt, but his face and expression were very similar to the third elder.
He was undoubtedly her biological son.
"Lin, just give up. I don't know where the king dingtian pass is. You should leave."
Wang Dinghai glared at Lin Yi, his heart filled with rage.
If it weren't for Lin Yi, her father and her wouldn't have ended up like this.
