With countless doubts in his heart left unanswered, Chen Yi took a deep breath and suddenly seized Lin Wanxiao's hand.
"Ah?"
The Lin Family Young Lady shrank back slightly but did not struggle. Chen Yi frowned and observed for a moment before lightly pressing his fingertips, releasing a stream of chi from them.
"Ah!"
The Lin Family Young Lady gasped, a streak of blood appearing on her fingertip.
A few droplets of blood fell, deepening Chen Yi's furrowed brows. The fact that he could cause a wound proved that the Lin Family Young Lady was not a paper figure.
Paper figures cannot sustain injuries; a poke would typically cause them to deflate.
The maidservant nearby gasped at the sight of the wound and quickly exclaimed:
"Chen son-in-law, what are you doing?"
Chen Yi glanced at Lin Wanxiao's maidservant, who was none other than Xiuhe.
He released Lin Wanxiao's hand and replied casually, "It's nothing, just confirming something."
