I dutifully poured Lin Huan a cup of tea and placed it before him.
Lin Huan's eyebrows tightened, and he adopted a serious expression to back me up as he asked Zhang Shuying, "Taoist Friend Zhang, what's going on here?"
Although Zhang Shuying had a perverse temper, he was incredibly straightforward and never told lies.
He immediately recounted our past grudges in detail, swirling his teacup nostalgically, "Initially, I was provoked by Lin Gang and thought that Yun Hao coveted the relics left by my deceased father, which led me to overreact and caused Su Wan to suffer quite a few grievances."
To my surprise, instead of getting angry, Lin Huan indulged in the notion that we were 'happy enemies, who wouldn't have met if we didn't fight,' and he was quite optimistic about it.
"Taoist Friend Zhang, you've known my granddaughter for a long time. You're a loner by nature, and if she didn't suit your temperament, you wouldn't possibly be so familiar with her."
