Suddenly, a headache surged up, along with a strong feeling that tonight was likely to be a restless night.
Sure enough, after Lin Mubai saw a few familiar cars in his driveway, he quickly understood. Casting a warning glance at the two people in the back seat, he didn't say a word, got out of the car, and opened the door of the passenger seat: "Wife, take it slow."
The gentle and soft voice made Lan Xinru and Zhao Tianchen, who were still sitting in the car, shiver all over.
The first feeling Lin Mubai had when he walked his wife into his own house was that there were a lot of heads. His steps hesitated for a moment before he stepped forward, but his warning gaze swept over each face without missing a single one.
Good, very good, except for the two on their honeymoon abroad, everyone was here tonight.
Everyone felt chilled by Young Master Lin's gaze, as though despite the warmth inside, there was a cold draft.
