When Lin Yuan rushed to the Lin Family Old House, it was already surrounded by villagers, making it impossible to pass through.
Though referred to as the Lin Family Old House, it had been divided in two after Lin Jiazhong and Lin Jiaxiao went their separate ways. A half-person-high wall had been erected in the middle of the former grand courtyard, and the original main entrance had been replaced with two humble small doors. From a distance, there was a sense of desolation.
Looking at the approaching crowd, Lin Jiazhong was both guilt-ridden and uneasy, his hands tightly clenched. Behind him, Lady Ma's eyes were bloodshot as she stood tensely at the doorway, gripping an iron shovel handle tightly in her hands.
"Hey, old Lin ah," "it's not that I've forgotten our old friendship, it's just that you..."
