After Mad Dragon was released from prison, I shocked the world!

Lin Li strolled leisurely along the main road back to the city, carrying a black plastic bag in his hand.

squeak--!

A red Porsche screeched to a halt in front of Lin Li, splashing water from a puddle on the roadside.

The car window rolled down, revealing Su Qian's delicate and pretty face, and Lin Yuehua, who was sitting in the passenger seat with a worried look in her eyes.

Lin Li looked at the two women in the car with some surprise and laughed, "Didn't I tell you to leave? Why are you back?"

"Do you think I wanted to come back?"

Su Qian rolled her eyes at him, then gestured towards Lin Yuehua with her chin, "It's all because of Aunt Yuehua! We were already halfway there when she insisted on driving back, saying she was worried something might happen to you!"

"Otherwise, I wouldn't care whether you live or die, and I certainly don't want to see your sour face!"

Although she spoke harshly, her gaze couldn't help but sweep over Lin Li for a moment.

Seeing that Lin Li had no injuries other than some mud spots, she breathed a sigh of relief, but was also a little puzzled: What about Wang Mian and his gang? Did they really just let him go like that?

Lin Yuehua pushed open the car door to get out, but Lin Li stopped her.

"Xiao Li, are you alright?"

Lin Yuehua held Lin Li's arm tightly and said, "Qianqian was also very worried about you. As soon as I said I was going to come back and see you, she turned the car around immediately without saying a word."

"Who's worried about him! Stop being so sentimental!"

Su Qian blushed and snapped, "I was... I was afraid you'd jump out of the car!"

She yelled at Lin Li, "Get in the car now! You're covered in mud, you're filthy! Don't get my leather seats dirty!"

Lin Li didn't mind her bad tone and opened the car door to get into the back seat.

"Where to?"

Su Qian asked through the rearview mirror.

"Let's go check on where my aunt lives now."

Upon hearing this, Lin Yuehua's expression became somewhat uneasy, and she said in a low voice, "Xiao Li... um, the place I'm staying in now is very small and the environment isn't good... how about we go to a hotel first..."

Lin Li interrupted her, his tone indifferent: "Even the smallest can't be smaller than a prison cell."

Lin Yuehua's eyes immediately reddened, and she stopped speaking.

……

Lin Li looked at the urban village in front of him, his expression remaining relatively calm.

The road was narrow, sewage flowed everywhere, and on both sides were densely packed buildings that were close together, with power lines tangled together like a spider web.

Lin Yuehua led the two through several dark and damp alleys to an old residential building and went straight up to the third floor.

"This is it."

She smiled at Lin Li, took out her keys, and opened the door.

Lin Li walked into the room and looked around.

This house is indeed very small, less than 80 square meters.

Upon entering, you'll find a very narrow living room with an old sofa and a folding table, leaving almost no room to turn around.

Next to it was a small kitchen and bathroom, as well as two closed doors.

"Xiao Li, this bedroom is for you."

Lin Yuehua smiled and opened the door to one of the bedrooms. "I just cleaned it a couple of days ago. The bedding is all freshly aired. You can move in right away."

Lin Li peeked inside. Although the bedroom wasn't large, it had good natural light. There was a 1.5-meter bed, a desk, and a wardrobe. It looked neat and comfortable.

"So, Auntie, where do you live?"

He asked the question, but his gaze fell on another tightly closed door.

Lin Yuehua's eyes flickered for a moment: "I'll stay in another room. It's quite nice, very spacious..."

Lin Li didn't say anything, but walked straight to the closed door and reached out to turn the doorknob.

"Hey! Xiao Li! Don't..."

Lin Yuehua tried to stop it, but it was too late.

Lin Li looked at the scene in the room, and his face instantly darkened, becoming very ugly.

This isn't a bedroom at all; it's clearly a storage room!

The room was filled with various cardboard boxes and miscellaneous items, with only a single bed about one meter wide and a simple cloth wardrobe squeezed into a corner.

There wasn't even a window, and you could even see signs of water seepage in the corners of the walls!

It seems that in order to make him more comfortable when he comes back, my aunt vacated the original master bedroom and moved into this storage room where there is not even room to turn around!

"A small gift..."

Standing behind Lin Li, Lin Yuehua sighed and said, "Actually...it's actually quite nice to live here. Anyway, I live alone, so it doesn't take up much space..."

Lin Li took a deep breath, suppressing the bitterness and anger in his heart, and slowly walked in.

Su Qian quickly pulled Lin Yuehua aside and whispered, "You're really planning to live with him?"

"What's wrong? Is there a problem?"

Lin Yuehua looked at Su Qian with some confusion.

"Of course there's a problem!"

Su Qian pointed to the cramped space and said urgently, "Although you are his elder, you two are only seven years apart! It's not convenient for a man and a woman to live together alone!"

"What nonsense are you talking about!"

Lin Yuehua playfully poked Su Qian's forehead, "Xiao Li is my own nephew! Don't you dare say things like that again!"

"Whether they're actually close or not is not necessarily true!"

Hearing this, Su Qian panicked and blurted out, "Didn't Aunt Xingyao mention your background..."

Lin Yuehua suddenly covered Su Qian's mouth and said in a deep voice, "Qianqian, in my heart, Xiaoli is like my own nephew!"

With her mouth covered, Su Qian could only make "woo-woo" sounds, glaring angrily at Lin Yuehua.

Although she calls Lin Yuehua "Auntie," the two are not that far apart in age, and their relationship in private is more like that of best friends.

She was also worried for Lin Yuehua. How could two young people who were not related by blood live together?

Just then, Lin Li came out of the bedroom, holding a yellowed photograph in his hand.

His face turned terrifying. He stared at the photo for a few seconds, then suddenly crumpled it into a ball and threw it into the trash can in the corner of the living room.

"What's the point of keeping this kind of trash?"

The living room was deathly silent.

Lin Yuehua released Su Qian and stared blankly at the trash can.

Su Qian glanced at Lin Li's gloomy face, then at Lin Yuehua's dejected state, and couldn't help but walk to the trash can, bend down and pick up the crumpled photo.

"What is that thing, getting so angry..."

She muttered to herself as she carefully unfolded and flattened the photo.

When Su Qian saw the person in the photo clearly, her pupils suddenly contracted, and she couldn't help but gasp.

This is an old photo from many years ago; the background should be a university campus.

The photo shows two young men with their arms around each other and smiling broadly.

The handsome and refined man on the left, whose features bear a resemblance to Lin Li's, is none other than Lin Li's deceased father, Lin Mu.

And the man on the right, with his arm around Lin Mu's shoulder, looking as intimate as brothers...

Su Qian's hand suddenly trembled.

Although the face looked much younger, she was absolutely certain she wouldn't mistake it!

That was Wang Mian's father, Wang Sheng!

Lin Li's father and the enemy who killed him were actually good brothers?!