With one call of "Uncle," the underground palace fell silent.
Lin Yan's face darkened, while Chen Yi and the others' figures were half-hidden in the shadows. For a moment, no one spoke first.
It was Chen Yi who broke the silence. He looked at the somewhat flustered Lin Family Young Lady and chuckled lightly:
"Sister-in-law, your complexion seems pale. Have things been going well lately?"
Hearing this, Lin Yan's gaze froze momentarily, then turned stormy.
Lin Wanxiao noticed the shift in atmosphere and panicked internally, managing only an awkward "Hmm," without so much as an expression of thanks.
"Come by my mansion someday; as an uncle, it's only proper I look after you a bit. Don't be shy."
Chen Yi spoke with an air of casual familiarity, as if they were truly close.
Meanwhile, Lin Yan's eyes grew sharp and murderous.
"It's been a while, Chen Qianhu. Who would've thought I'd run into you here?"
Lin Yan's voice was hoarse, his fingers pressing harder onto the Compass.
