The gazes of all the Zhao family members fell on Zhao Xijing.
There was shock and suspicion in his eyes.
Lin Hanxing lowered his eyes and hid the cold sneer in his eyes, but his lips were still curved.
"You've met before?"
Father Zhao looked at his eldest son, who he never had to worry about, and frowned.
Zhao Xijing didn't say anything. He just pursed his lips.
"I'm asking you a question!"
Father Zhao growled, his voice filled with anger.
&Quot; master Zhao, do you want to tell your parents yourself or do you want me to say it in front of so many people? "
Lin Hanxing said indifferently.
Zhao Xijing suddenly raised his head and looked at her with a dark expression.
"If you want to blame someone, blame your good-for-nothing younger brother."
Lin Hanxing understood the accusation in Zhao Xijing's eyes. He sneered and finally revealed the disdain in his eyes.
