"Of course, we just found out not long ago that Cousin Feng Yun's mother, Aunt Yin, is still alive. She's in the other party's hands. The other party used this as a threat, so Cousin Feng Yun had no choice but to follow them."
Three pairs of eyes widened.
They were shocked and worried.
"However, before we continue on this topic, I have something to ask Grandpa Yin."
"…Ask away." Yin Shuguo had yet to recover from his shock.
"Looking at Grandpa Yin, you don't seem to mind my identity at all?" She asked with a smile that made people unable to see through her.
Yan Jinyu's words instantly diverted Yin Shuguo's attention. "Mind what? Is that what I want? How old was I when I went missing? Can I choose for myself?"
Yan Jinyu's smile froze.
Yin Jiujin, who was held by her hand, could clearly sense that her grip on his hand had obviously tightened.
He held her hand in his.
Sensing something, Yan Jinyu looked up at him.
