Yang Lin's eyes dimmed, "Grandpa, Grandma."
An Zhonghui hummed indifferently, but Zhou Qi, taking her hand and looking at her haggard appearance, felt a twinge of heartache.
"Linlin, your complexion doesn't look good. Have you not been resting well recently?"
Yang Lin bit her lip and remained silent.
An Rong feigned wiping tears that weren't there from the corner of her eyes, "It's all because of those paparazzi who have been relentlessly chasing Linlin, causing her career to suffer."
"When you do wrong, you should reflect on your own faults." After a long silence, An Zhonghui suddenly spoke.
His sharp gaze swept over, and An Rong immediately subdued herself.
She lowered her head in grievance and tugged at Yang Lin's sleeve.
Yang Lin was unaffected, staring blankly at the ground. Ever since the incident at the hotel where she was caught in an adulterous act, she had become less talkative.
