A group of relatives was completely dumbfounded. They were just ordinary people—how could they have seen such a scene?
Little Kirin angrily asked them, "Who else said I'm a bastard? Step forward and let me see you!"
The crowd quickly shook their heads and retreated several steps.
Little Kirin's eyes were bloodshot, and his small hands were still trembling.
He turned back pitifully toward Long Fei and said, "Dad, let's go. I don't like these people."
He didn't like the worldly customs and pretenses at all.
These people broke his heart. They didn't know that, despite his childish appearance, he understood more than anyone present.
Long Fei led Little Kirin away without a glance at anyone on the scene.
A bunch of freeloading losers living off Lin's Group—dirtying his hands by hitting them wasn't worth it.
In the upstairs room, Lin Guodong and Yu Hui had just pacified Lin Guohao and his wife. Hearing that a fight had broken out downstairs, they hurried down.
