"Here, take this."
Lin Ruize sat next to Mu Fan and stuffed a bamboo flute into his hand.
"What is this?"
Mu Fan looked at the inch-long, lush green bamboo flute in his palm with a puzzled expression.
"Qing Yuan gave the bamboo flute. No matter where you blow it, he can hear."
Lin Ruize kindly reminded, "If you're worried about him, you can get in touch with him at any time."
"Thank you."
Mu Fan's eyes flashed with gratitude, and he held the bamboo flute tightly, sincerely thanking him.
"No need to thank me, you and Qing Yuan are brothers, and so are you and me."
Lin Ruize playfully blinked and smiled with a meaningful look, "Who knows, we might all become family someday."
Mu Fan paused, stared at him for a few seconds, and then asked quietly, "Are you part of the Lin clan as well?"
"That's right."
Lin Ruize arrogantly raised his eyebrows and patted his chest, "I am the rightful young master of the fifth generation of the Lin Clan."
