I Only Sell Murder Houses

We escorted Lin Jinhua out of the villa.

His car and those belonging to his Bodyguards were parked outside.

We took only him and prepared to head for the construction site.

Lin Yin followed us outside as well.

But she was frightened and helpless, with no idea what to do.

We certainly would not harm Lin Jinhua. Still, once this matter ended, Lin Yin’s life in the Lin family… would probably become difficult.

“Go back inside. I promise we won’t hurt your father.”

Standing beside the car, I told Lin Yin, “Even if everything you showed us before was an act, you’re still different from your father. You’re a good person. Don’t involve yourself in what happens next.”

Lin Yin’s eyes were swollen and red, and she was still trembling. She looked up at me. “Chen Mo, actually, I… I… Never mind. I’m coming with you.”