Outside, the argument grew increasingly heated.
Lin Fei, having interrupted Lin Zhe's performance, continued to steer the conversation in an unexpected direction, pointing out details that seemed irrelevant yet cleverly disruptive.
Lin Zhe's patience was wearing thin. His smirk was tinged with irritation as he addressed Lin Fei, "Incest, whether accepted by some societies or not, is something this family has condemned. The First Wife's punishment was justified then, and the same judgment would fall on her today."
With those words, he grasped the doorknob again, his smirk widening. "Perhaps we'll uncover more clues in the First Wife's room."
Lin Fei's eyes flicked to the door and then to Lin Sunji, whose alarmed expression gave her away.
His suspicions solidified. There had to be something in the room for Lin Zhe to be so desperate to bring people here—and for Lin Sunji to be so worried about it.
