Xu Lin stepped inside as if he owned the place, his presence instantly filling the room with a different kind of energy with calm smoothness.
Without ceremony, he shoved the food bags into Xu Jin's arms.
"Hold this."
Xu Jin staggered slightly from the sudden weight. "You—"
But before he could complain, Xu Lin had already moved past him.
He walked straight toward Grandma Liang, his expression softening in a way Xu Jin had rarely seen.
"Now tell me, my lady," he said gently, crouching slightly in front of her, "why are you crying?"
Grandma Liang sniffed, clearly still emotional, but instead of answering him, her gaze shifted—
To Chen.
"Chen," she called.
Chen, who had just stepped back after comforting her, looked up calmly.
"Yes, Grandma?"
Her eyes narrowed slightly, as if testing something.
"Who was the masked hero?"
A small pause.
Chen blinked, then smiled faintly, as if pulled into an old memory.
