Not long after, a man who appeared to be in his fifties or sixties walked over. His hair was graying, but his back was straight. His face didn't look old and still had a touch of handsomeness, but his eyes lacked vitality.
He got into Lin Jiamu's car and directly asked, "How did you know I was here?"
"Mu Yan feels like someone is following her, and I guessed it might be you," Lin Jiamu said, frowning.
"Did she notice?" the man slightly frowned.
"Brother, what exactly do you want to do? Do you know that you could scare her?" Lin Jiamu said with a serious face.
"I just wanted to see her," the man lowered his head, his expression dark.
Lin Jiamu looked at him, "She's doing well now, and your appearance will only disrupt her peaceful life, bringing up those sad memories."
"It's my fault for her," he said.
Lin Jiamu closed his eyes, "Enough, brother. What happened back then wasn't your fault. You've paid the price too. Let's all just forget about it, okay?"
