Lin Yao's expression froze for a moment as she too remembered the voice she had raised that night. These past days Lin Tianhao had not mentioned the incident, leading Lin Yao to believe he had forgotten it, yet to her surprise, he brought it up now. Her heart tightened; she knew her father appeared to dote on her, but she was well aware that he would not be lenient with her if she interfered with his interests. With these thoughts in mind, Lin Yao's body started to shiver again.
Disappointment flooded Lin Tianhao's eyes as he watched Lin Yao; indeed, like her mother, she proved to be someone unfit for public appearance, thinking that with her mannerisms, she could assimilate into the Zhuo Family was pure fantasy. Meanwhile, he couldn't help but think of Lin Yue, certain that a different mother would raise a different child.
