"He certainly has some talent in him. Once he reaches A-level, he will surely surpass me."
Song Jinmin shrugged indifferently, not taking this matter too seriously.
"But there’s one thing I need to remind you of," Song Jinmin said:
"Lin Yi is much smarter than us. Even the slightest hint could lead him to figure something out."
"Haha, after all, he’s my son. Smart just like me."
"You better think of how to cover it up. He’s not so easy to deceive."
Lin Jingzhan pondered for a moment and said, "Block all his contact methods. Don’t let him get in touch with us."
Song Jinmin: ...
What a ridiculous method.
"I’m leaving first, I’ll be back later."
"Be careful."
"Haha, I’ve been wanting to test him for a while."
"Go ahead."
Song Jinmin returned to the car.
Lin Jingzhan went to the trunk.
He took out a toolbox and two fishing rods.
He muttered to himself.
"Damn it, today I definitely won’t leave empty-handed."
Carrying his tools, Lin Jingzhan stood by the waterfront.
He found a suitable spot to sit down.
He began to tinker with the tools in his hands.
Next to him sat a man dressed in casual pants and a polo shirt.
A mask covered most of his face.
Upon closer inspection, there were streaks of white hair at his temples.
And this man was the one who had just confronted Lin Yi!
Lin Jingzhan adjusted the fishing rod and attached a worm to it.
With a flick of his hand, he cast it out.
"Poker’s intelligence-gathering abilities aren’t shabby at all, you managed to find me."
"I’ve been looking for you for many years already."
Lighting a cigarette, Lin Jingzhan handed over the lighter and cigarette together.
"Didn’t expect it to be you."
The masked man waved his hand, refusing Lin Jingzhan’s cigarette.
"My grandson is pretty good, isn’t he?"
"He is indeed quite clever. If not for finding someone to fake Mi Li’s voice, we wouldn’t have deceived him at all."
"You’ve done well, too. After all these years, you’ve learned to handle things on your own, not just a reckless youth anymore."
"But you’ve been formidable from the very start, outshining everyone of this era."
"It’s just a game of life and death."
Lin Jingzhan said:
"It’s been so many years; let go if you need to. He’s getting up there in age."
"I will never forgive him."
"He has his reasons. If you keep living in the past, imagine how painful that is."
Lin Jingzhan cast the line out again with the fishing pole.
"Look at how happy I am, with grandsons, granddaughters, and several daughters-in-law."
"Ha..." the masked man chuckled:
"Your family sure has the genes; everything might end, but not the lineage."
"So, see beyond it, the past is past."
"Easy for you to say."
The masked man reeled in his fishing rod.
"When Sister Yue got slapped, you wiped out the Halke Rangers. I didn’t see you letting go back then."
"Stop mixing things up, those are two different matters."