Mr. Lin glared at Lin Nianhe, his voice suddenly turning serious: "You'd better just be sighing without any other implications."
The smile on Lin Nianhe's face froze.
She peered at Comrade Old Lin's serious appearance and swallowed back the words that were on the tip of her tongue.
She too had lost her head.
Telling Mr. Lin about such things was like stepping on the dragon's eye to pluck its scales.
Seeing that she was silent, Mr. Lin reached out to rub her head, his tone still stern: "Don't bring this up with me again. If he truly isn't that guilty, someone else will help reduce his sentence without my intervention. But if he's guilty, my words won't make a difference."
Lin Nianhe nodded like a pecking chick, obediently saying: "I understand, Dad. Don't be angry."
Seeing that she truly understood her mistake, Mr. Lin's brows relaxed and he added: "But I fully support you taking care of Niuwa; this matter has nothing to do with him."
