Under the abrupt shout of the Jiang matriarch.
Lin Wending's step suddenly halted.
Turning back.
His reflexive gaze wasn't directed at the Jiang matriarch.
But rather at Qin Fan.
Whether to wait or stay.
He only followed Qin Fan's attitude.
Yet facing the shout from the elderly Jiang, how could Qin Fan dare to defy?
Facing Lin Wending's hesitant gaze, he helplessly nodded.
After receiving Qin Fan's attitude response, Lin Wending finally relaxed and looked at the elderly Jiang, smiling, "Matriarch, what's the matter?"
"Is—is what you said true?"
With a quivering voice and incredulous shock, the elderly Jiang stared intently at Lin Wending.
The question was almost one with an answer already in mind.
