The air-conditioning in the banquet hall was fully turned on. The light from the crystal chandelier made people's eyelids ache. Lin Fan opened his eyes suddenly, and his ears were filled with noisy voices and the crisp sound of glasses clashing. "Lin Fan! You still want to deny the stolen goods?" A sharp female voice penetrated my ears. Lin Fan subconsciously raised his head. Standing in front of him was a middle-aged lady wearing a high-end evening dress, her finger almost touching the tip of his nose. Wang Xueqin. His biological mother. Behind Wang Xueqin, the young man in a white suit who looked like a fragile porcelain doll was holding her tightly by the hem of her clothes. Lin You. The adopted son of the Lin family is also the treasure that everyone in the Lin family holds in their hands. "Speak! Are you mute?" Seeing that Lin Fan remained silent, Wang Xueqin's tone rose another octave: "
