"Money and treasure stir the soul; the extraordinary cannot be defied."
Looking at the scenery outside the car, Lin Baiwei sighed, feeling a little lost inside.
"Dad, why are you watching TV without the lights on? Be careful of your eyes."
Lin Baiwei walked into the living room and casually remarked upon seeing the dim room.
At this moment, Lin Yanke's father was sitting on the sofa, his body deeply sunken into the couch, seemingly blending with the surrounding darkness.
His body was directly facing the television, seemingly very focused on the content, perhaps too engrossed to have heard Lin Baiwei.
Lin Baiwei didn't pay much attention, she changed her shoes and went back to her bedroom.
Her greatest motivation now was to expose the true face of this impostor.
The middle-aged man on the sofa didn't move at all, his body sank too deep, and unless you stood right in front of him, all other angles where the face should be visible were obscured, making his appearance unclear.
