"What do you think you're doing?"
Seeing the crowd surge out of the study like a pack of hungry wolves and surround him, Zhao Yuan subconsciously crossed his arms over his chest.
"So you're Old Lin's grandson-in-law?" one of them asked with a frown, sizing Zhao Yuan up. It was Yan Heyun, a calligrapher of some renown in Rongcheng City.
"Er..." Zhao Yuan hadn't expected to be hit with such a question right off the bat.
Although the Lin Family knew about his relationship with Lin Xue, it was still a bit nerve-wracking to admit it aloud in front of his future mother-in-law.
Fortunately, Lin Liangzhe stepped forward to save him. "That's right, this is my grandson-in-law, Zhao Yuan. What do you think? Quite the talent, isn't he? Miles better than any of you old fossils' children and grandchildren!"
Elder Lin, in his excitement, had just insulted everyone in the room. Luckily for him, nobody was paying attention to that right now, or his old friends would have ripped him to shreds.
