"Don't worry, it's nothing, just a minor issue," Lin Kuang said with a smile. "Shilin, honey, hurry up and cook. You can't fight a war on an empty stomach."
Hearing this, Liu Shilin smiled and nodded. "Okay, I'll go cook."
Lin Guo'er rolled her eyes at them helplessly before following Liu Shilin into the kitchen. Watching the two women go, Lin Kuang chuckled and sat on the sofa, quietly contemplating.
It's about time I start thinking about striking back. These people are like flies... so annoying.
Lin Kuang muttered to himself, his tone unable to hide the murderous intent within. As he was thinking, his phone rang again. He pulled it out and saw that the caller was none other than Yang Wucheng.
Lin Kuang quickly answered, "Hello, Uncle Yang."
