After greeting the important guests, Lin Teng headed straight for the second floor with a stern face.
He pushed open the door to the VIP lounge, where Su Yi, Old Madam Lin, Lin Wei, Shen Siyuan, and a few relatives from the Lin Family were gathered.
Everyone was chatting merrily.
From time to time, laughter erupted, and it was obvious that Old Madam Lin was amused.
The sight pained Lin Teng's eyes as if they were pierced by needles, and the stone weighing on his chest suddenly seemed to sink a few inches.
It was Su Yi who first noticed his entrance and turned to approach him, "Husband, why have you come up here?"
Lin Teng's face was icy as he walked further inside without speaking.
Sensing something was amiss, Su Yi asked puzzlingly, "What's wrong? Didn't you just go to meet Zhiya? Is she downstairs?"
