Looking up slightly, when Mu Lin saw Jing Chen with a dark face, exuding a chill from head to toe, she raised her eyebrows slightly, "Chen, are you not happy?"
Jing Chen, "No." How could he not be happy? He was very happy indeed.
It's just that his handsome face didn't quite match his words.
Only now did everyone notice Jing Chen's presence, and they immediately thought of what had happened just before… ah, it seemed like they were the ones who had upset him into wearing such a gloomy expression.
They felt a sense of inexplicable guilt; they had just forgotten all about him, as if they were the ones who had squeezed him over to that spot.
Thinking this, several of the elders very honestly made room for Jing Chen, but Grandpa Jing didn't move, leaving the old men looking at each other in confusion.
Mu Lin was at a loss for words; was her grandpa being capricious, throwing a little tantrum?
