Linjiang City. The Lin Family Manor. A storm was brewing.
The air in the study seemed to have frozen, so oppressive it was hard to breathe.
Lin Zhen sat at the head of the table, his face ashen and the bags under his eyes heavy. He looked as if he had aged ten years in the last month.
The core family members seated below him looked just as grim. Some stared down at the tips of their shoes, others repeatedly refreshed the screens on their personal terminals, and a few simply gazed out the window in a daze.
"Speak," Lin Zhen's voice was dry and hoarse. "What's the situation? Report, one by one."
