The so-called 'ignorance is bliss' must apply to Dad Lin since he had no idea about Zhan Moxiao's identity, resulting in no pressure when interacting with him. Pulling Zhan Moxiao to sit naturally at the dinner table, he said, "Come, come, Little Wu, let's eat and talk."
Aunt Lin was just as fearless in her ignorance, even wanting to feel Zhan Moxiao's bones and taking the opportunity to charge him a fortune-telling fee. Thus, she quickly sat down on Zhan Moxiao's other side, "Little Wu, after you've finished talking with Uncle Lin, we mother and son should also have a good chat."
Father and son?! Mother and son?!
Watching his parents flank the dashing Empire's Richest Man, each with an expectant look as if they wanted to squeeze some benefits out of him, Lin Ziran felt he might not live to see tomorrow's sun.
