Lin Tianhao's gaze kept shifting between Lin Jingyun and Lin Jinfang, disbelief written all over his face. Unable to accept the suspicion that had just arisen in his mind, he shook his head, trying to dispel the thought.
However, as he lingered longer on them, the suspicion in his mind took root and grew rapidly.
Lin Tianhao staggered slightly, colliding into the wall behind him.
Because there was a chair behind him, he didn't hit the wall directly, but instead collapsed onto the chair by the wall.
His hands were trembling incessantly, pondering how he had been so pathetic for so many years, and how he'd been kept in the dark if it weren't for today's accident, he might never have known the truth.
As he thought about this, Lin Tianhao was filled with anger, clenching his teeth, his eyes bloodshot from rage. In this world, no man could remain calm when encountering such a thing.
