Inside the tearoom, it was quiet.
At that moment, Lin Fan seemed to catch a hint of emotion in Qin Yeshu's eyes.
Her gaze had always been as calm as water, with the occasional sharpness that could startle people. But at this moment, when she asked this question, there was a tenderness in her eyes, like that of an eighteen-year-old girl.
"My original surname is Wu, but I was fostered elsewhere from a young age!"
After much deliberation, Lin Fan finally spoke. Hearing this, a gleam of excitement clearly flashed in Qin Yeshu's eyes.
"I knew it, how could there be such similar people in the world? So, you're Wu Hao's son?"
"That's right!"
Lin Fan placed his right hand on the table, and the ancient-patterned ring on his ring finger made Qin Yeshu eagerly grab his hand, a hint of emotion clearly dancing in her eyes. After a long time, she finally asked, "Is he okay?"
"In another world, he should be doing well!"
