Handover

Lin Chuhan's family watched Wang Teng's departing figure, only turning back into the house after a while.

Seeing Lin's Mother looking eager and full of questions, Lin Chuhan immediately wanted to run away.

As the saying went, no one knew a daughter better than her mother!

But Lin's Mother grabbed her in one swift motion and said irritably, "What do you take your mother for? I haven't even asked anything yet, and you're already trying to run."

"Mom, stop asking. We'll handle our own affairs ourselves," Lin Chuhan said helplessly.

"Fine, fine, fine. Mom won't meddle. But as your mother, I should at least have the right to know, shouldn't I? How far have you two gotten?" Lin's Mother asked gossipily.

"Ah, it's nothing. We just confirmed our relationship," Lin Chuhan said, recalling what had happened on the way back. Her ears reddened, and her gaze flickered.

As someone who had been through it all, Lin's Mother had seen every kind of situation. The moment she saw her daughter like this, she understood a few things and said with a chuckle, "You're even embarrassed now. Fine, Mom won't ask anymore. You two can just carry on. I've seen Wang Teng's character for myself, so there's nothing to worry about."

Lin Chuhan couldn't help rolling her eyes. It felt like her mother trusted Wang Teng more than she trusted her. Anyone who didn't know better might have thought Wang Teng was her biological son.

Beside them, Lin Chuxia watched the scene, and a trace of gloom flashed through her eyes.

Unfortunately, neither of them noticed.

Early the next morning, Wang Teng finished breakfast at home, bade his family farewell, and left.

The Phoenix King Fighter rose into the air, turning into a black shadow that vanished beyond the horizon.

Li