Lin Nianhe sat upright, her expression somber, as if remembering those difficult times.
"My father often spoke of the past, how we received help from many friends, and later, we also saw clearly who many people truly were. My grandpa sought help from many... This gentleman, I still don't know your esteemed name."
As Lin Nianhe reached the end, the corners of her mouth lifted into a slight smile.
Her meaning was clear—
Those who helped us are friends.
My grandpa asked many for help, which one are you?
Elder Shen timely said: "Ah He, he's from the Yang Family. Back when Elder Lin met him, it was during the time the Yang Family's fortunes were not good, struggling to protect themselves—how could they care about others?"
Elder Yang: "..."
What a timely stab!
The Yang Family is completely collapsing today.
The young ones are no good; the old ones, too.