Shen LAN finally finished her sentence.
The moment she said everything, she let out an imperceptible sigh of relief. The stone in her heart was finally lifted.
However, before the large rock could land, li junyu crossed his hands and suddenly started to clap.
"That's right, third aunt's story is very interesting and well-founded. It's such a pity that you're not a screenwriter."
Li junyu's gaze was clear and cold. When it swept over Shen LAN and Li Jinghui's faces, his gaze was sharper than usual.
However, his gaze eventually stopped on the old lady's face.
"Do you believe what grandma, aunt, and third aunt just said?"
In the end, li junyu still wanted to leave the old lady some face.
He knew that the old lady cared about her youngest son and Li Jinghui.
If old Madam li were to say that she was willing to trust him now, things would be simple-he would suppress the matter for the time being on account of the old Madam's trust in Him.
