Looking back, Lin Tian saw an old man with entirely white hair and beard standing at the entrance of the villa. His face was creased with wrinkles, resembling tree bark, and he walked as if he might enter a coffin at any moment.
"Who are you?" Lin Tian asked with interest, looking at the man who had suddenly appeared.
Although he did not know who the other party was, his presence in the Zhang Family's villa suggested that he was no ordinary person.
"I am Zhang Yuanliang, the former Family Head of the Zhang Family," the old man said, looking at Lin Tian and straightening his hunched body slightly as he walked forward.
"Oh? So what?" Knowing that the man was the former Family Head of the Zhang Family, the smile on Lin Tian's lips grew thicker, laced with sarcasm as he spoke. "You're not going to tell me to give you some face and let this matter slide, are you?"
