Perhaps Jiang Ziyu's words soothed Lin Meifeng's worries—she was no longer frowning and finally let out soft, even breaths. Seeing her sleeping soundly, Jiang Ziyu smiled and sat on the bedside to accompany her.
An hour later, Lin Sanlang returned with his brothers. They even brought a cart with them to carry all the gifts away. When Uncle Lin saw this, he was so angry with his nephews that his face turned red.
Standing outside the house, Li Chenmo and Li Linyun watched as they carried the goods away. Those things were not cheap, and Jiang Ziyu had spent a lot of money and efforts to buy them.
As his friends and business partners, how could they let him be bullied in their place?
The two brothers exchanged glances and smiled. They would let the Lin brothers rejoice first before taking back those items tonight. Those ingrates didn't deserve to enjoy such good things.
