Lin Hanxing's expression remained unreadable when he said this.
She glanced at Lin qianlin's hand.
She took good care of herself and was completely different from her age.
It was fine and tender.
Lin Hanxing still remembered the feeling of her aunt's rough fingers brushing across her cheeks when she first came home.
18 years.
Things remained the same, but people had changed.
He retracted his gaze and turned to look at father Zhao.
"It's useless no matter who you tell it to if you don't get my permission."
Lin Hanxing smiled slightly, but he did not reveal the mockery in his heart.
Father Zhao's expression immediately collapsed. He had been in a high position for a long time and never thought that one day, he would be slapped in the face by a little girl with such poor judgment ...
Don't forget, he hadn't even pursued the matter of his wife being beaten up!
