Dragon Palace.
Lin Bei had just finished cooking when he heard a series of footsteps at the door.
He had just gone to greet them when he saw Zhang Yixin and Wang Shufen's family walking in, their faces full of sorrow.
"Yixin, what's wrong? Wasn't the problem solved? Where is Wan Hua?"
Upon hearing this, Zhang Yixin's nose twitched, and tears began to fall.
Lin Bei felt a pang of pain in his heart and hurriedly comforted her, "What happened? Tell me, and I'll solve it."
Hearing this, Wang Shufen, who had been quietly observing Dragon Palace, couldn't help but sigh.
Lin Bei's eyebrows raised, "Aunt, you tell me."
However, no one answered.
Lin Bei, having no other choice, picked up the sleeping Han Han and held him in his arms.
As he walked toward the dining room, he called out, "Then come and eat first. I guessed you might come, so I prepared a lot of food."
But just as he finished speaking, Zhang Yixin suddenly choked up and said, "Lin Bei, we can't get married."
What?
