Perhaps he was too excited inside, making Lin Xiao's words come out in stutters.
Then, Lin Xiao pulled Liu Yan into his arms, his eyes shimmering with tears.
Xiao Han did not look down on Lin Xiao for this, nor did he think Lin Xiao was any less of a man.
Having known everything about Wu Dong Qian Kun, Xiao Han understood.
Although Lin Xiao had always acted as though he did not care how others looked at him, deep down, he still did not want to remain an unknown nobody for the rest of his life. His outward indifference was merely something he had forced himself to put on.
As the saying went, a man did not easily shed tears, unless he had been moved to the depths of his heart.
"Xiao Han, thank you."
Lin Xiao looked at Xiao Han with immense gratitude. With his injuries healed, the lingering affliction buried deep within his heart had also vanished. His excitement was beyond words.
"No need to thank me."
Xiao Han's gaze fell upon Liu Yan. Her chest rose and fell in surging waves—she truly lived up to the name Liu Yan. Smiling, he asked, "Auntie, do you want to become someone who can stand shoulder to shoulder with your man?"
"Stand shoulder to shoulder with my man?"
Liu Yan stared at Xiao Han in astonishment. Only after seeing him nod firmly did she subconsciously glance at the man beside her. Then she looked back at Xiao Han and asked doubtfully, "Can I do that too?"
"Of course." Xiao Han nodded.
"It's just that my talent has already been tested. I don't have the aptitude to cultivate!" Liu Yan asked doubtfully.
"Yes!"
Lin Xiao nodded as well. Although Xiao Han had healed his injuries, he did not believe Xiao