At the same time, in the Lin Family's Jinding Garden, Lin Changtian was sitting on the living room sofa with a grave expression on his face.
Murong Yanran paced anxiously beside Lin Changtian, asking him for what must have been the umpteenth time, "How exactly is Jiaojiao? Can't you say something? Where is she now, is she safe?"
It was already late into the night, and her precious daughter, Lin Jiaojiao, had not returned home, making Murong Yanran incredibly worried.
What worried her even more was Lin Changtian's behavior.
She had been married to Lin Changtian for nearly twenty years and had not seen him like this except for the year when Lin Jiaojiao contracted the cold poison.
She had been unaware of why Lin Changtian had been so troubled over a decade ago, but only recently, Murong Yanran learned that, at that time, he was contemplating whether to use his biological daughter, Lin Jiaojiao, as a tool.
