Only Quan Xianglin's troops, but not a single person from the Xiao Family, Xiao Lin felt a sense of betrayal despite his trust, yet he would still persist.
Liu Yi stood by the window, drawing the curtains. With his back to Xiao Lin, he was unsure of what he was doing. Suddenly, he turned around, and another face appeared before him.
Xiao Lin retreated several steps, stopping only when his back rested against the door. At this moment, he didn't know what kind of expression or language to use.
"This is the answer you've always wanted to know!" Liu Yi faced Xiao Lin more calmly.
"Who exactly are you?" Xiao Lin finally found his voice, facing a familiar face, yet he dared not recognize it easily. "Let me rephrase, your relationship with the Xiao Family."
"Doesn't this face already explain your question?" Liu Yi put the mask back on, smiling at Xiao Lin's foolish question. "Or is it that you have become unsure of the truth instead?"
"Should I call you uncle or..."
