"My uncle Lin Bing?"
Looking at the burly man in a suit suddenly appearing before him, Lin Feng asked with some confusion.
He had heard the name before. His grandfather, Lin Anbang, had six children: three sons and three daughters.
This Lin Bing was the youngest son, and the youngest among his siblings, ranking as the sixth. He wasn't very old, probably around thirty-five.
But Lin Feng had never met Lin Bing. He heard that this uncle had gone into business using their grandfather's name ten years ago, eventually lost money, harmed many people, got his legs broken by their grandfather, was driven out of the house, and had his father-son relationship publicly severed.
His mother sometimes would mention her youngest brother with a lot of worry in her words.
What puzzled Lin Feng was that if this uncle knew he was in Shangjing, why hadn't he looked for them over the past few days?
Why send someone to inform him?
Such a grand gesture?
"Yes, he said you are his nephew."
