"Where did you go?" The moment Lin Shi stepped through the door, he heard an aged voice from the living room.
A mocking look flashed across Lin Shi's face, though his tone gave nothing away.
He changed his shoes in the entryway and strolled leisurely toward the sofa.
His voice was full of indifference. "I went out to clear my head. Surely Grandpa isn't planning to lock me up?"
Old Master Lin seemed to have grown accustomed to his unrestrained mouth.
He did not respond to that, merely tapping his cane. "Is that so? Then why did I hear you went south?"
Lin Shi lazily settled into the single-seat sofa beside Old Master Lin.
Using his actions to buy himself time before answering.
His thoughts raced. Had someone planted a tracker in his car, or had someone followed him?
Had anyone overheard his conversation with Yan Xianjue?
He slowly accepted the warm towel the butler handed him, wiped his hands, then casually tossed it aside.
Without the slightest restraint, he propped both legs on the coffee table.
Old Master Lin closed his eyes, clearly deciding that what he could not see would not irritate him.
That indulgent attitude of his...
Lin Shi gave a cold snort inwardly, forming a few guesses about today's questioning.
"Does Grandpa not know there's a beach in South City?"
"I've always liked it. I've gone there plenty of times before."
"Looks like neither the person who tattled to Grandpa nor Grandpa himself cares enough about me."
Fortunately, he really had taken a turn around there before coming back.
Unlike Yan Xianjue, that young master who had bodyguards following him everywhere, Lin Shi had never liked having people trail after him.
Most of the Lin Household was like that.
They were suspicious, wary, and trusted