The granddaughter stood in front of the fireplace near the aisle, looking at her father with a slight expression, as if shocked and admired.

“…”

How can you be so messy?

Mr. Lin stood at the stairs and was stunned for a moment, then he strode over with a blue face.

"Lin Yian, what are you doing? Mingyang is your nephew, so why don't you let go of the child quickly!"

Hearing the sound, the fruit knife in Lin Yian's hand rotated through a beautiful and neat arc, and was then grabbed by him.

He lifted his eyelids, raised his hand outward, and spoke coldly.

"Dad, I advise you to stop and take another step forward. I don't guarantee the safety of this little bastard's life."

"..." Mr. Lin stopped forcibly.

He knew the son he gave birth to best. He knew that his youngest son was never too lazy to threaten people and always did what he said.

Mr. Lin's face turned blue and blue, but he had to calm down his tone.

"What's the matter that I can't sit down and say? Ming Yang is still a child, you uncle is calculating with the child-"

"Okay, I can't ignore him." Lin Yian was too lazy to listen to these nonsense and interrupted him directly.

"As long as this little devil kneels down and apologizes seriously to my child, then today's matter will be over."

As soon as these words came out, the room was silent.

Mr. Lin's eyes twitched hard, and his face was not very good: "You should take the fight between children seriously. Just ask Mingyang to apologize to Er'er. Do you have to force him to kneel down?"

Lin Yian didn't say anything, and raised his cold white fingertips slightly. The fruit knife in his hand immediately followed his movements. The snow-colored blade pressed against the tip of Lin Mingyang's ear and penetrated straight into the thick tablecloth.

With a tingling sound, the faces of the people present suddenly changed.

Lin Yian raised his eyebrows and eyes lightly, and the smile on the corners of his lips was cooler than the silver light shining at the blade.

"You should know that I have always been saying that it is OK to not kneel down, so leave your fingers."

As he said that, he leaned over slightly, grabbed Lin Mingyang's hair, forced him to raise his neck, and smiled coldly.

"Little kid, tell me, which finger did you point at my child just now, huh?"

“…”

The sound of "Huh?" was low and cold, and slowly poured into his ears. Lin Mingyang was so trembling that he couldn't speak. He was not limp to the ground with the support of the dining table.

No matter how arrogant he is, he is just a child who has just turned 18 years old. He has never seen such an attitude.

The restaurant was silent for a moment, as quiet as if even a needle could be heard falling on the ground.

The two of them were in a stalemate for a few minutes, and in the end, Mr. Lin made a compromise.

He stared at Lin Yian tightly, and a low sentence came out from his teeth: "Minghui, help your brother to apologize to Er'er-"

Lin Minghui looked at Lin Yian with some fear. When he touched his cold eyes, Lin Minghui shivered instinctively, then lowered his head and opened his eyes.

Seeing Lin Mingyang kneeling down and apologizing, Lin Yian snorted and threw the blade around his fingers at will.

The next second, the fruit knife was accurately inserted into the apple in the fruit plate.

He Ping originally wanted to say something, but suddenly she saw this scene that seemed to be a silent threat. Her pupils suddenly shrank, and she forced the words to the tip of her tongue to swallow back into her stomach.
Chapter completed!