Inside the upstairs study of the Lin Household.
Old Master Lin sat on the sofa, his brows locked tightly as he stared at the surveillance screen.
He looked over at Lin Shi.
He closed his eyes and asked in a deep voice, "Did you have anything to do with this?!"
With a slouching swagger, Lin Shi crossed his legs and peeled an orange on the sofa beside him.
Hearing Old Master Lin's words, Lin Shi unhurriedly continued to pull the white pith away from a plump section of the orange flesh.
It was not until Old Master Lin was on the verge of losing his patience.
That Lin Shi finally popped a wedge of orange into his mouth and spoke lazily, "Grandfather has already judged me guilty, so why bother asking."
Old Master Lin raged, "Lin Shi!"
"Alright, alright, alright," Lin Shi raised a hand in surrender, "Just making a joke."
"I really don't know anything about it."
"Lin Shuo isn't one of mine, how could it possibly have anything to do with me?"
Hearing this unserious talk, Old Master Lin grew so angry he was nearly ready to faint.
Continuing in an indifferent tone, Lin Shi added, "Besides, whether the two of them have an illegitimate child or not makes no difference to me."
Noticing the lingering anger on Old Master Lin's face, Lin Shi offered a thoughtful piece of advice, "Calm your temper, Grandfather. The doctor said people with hot tempers die young."
"Look at that old man from the Ji Household next door—he's still lying in the hospital, his life hanging in the balance."
"You really need to learn from that."
With a sharp clack, Old Master Lin smashed the teacup in his hand against the floor.
Pointing at Lin Shi, he demanded, "Are you hoping for