The hall fell into dead silence, followed by a sudden, violent commotion.
All eyes simultaneously turned to Chen Heihu, his face flushed.
Didn't he just confidently claim that Lin Fan was already dead? But the man himself had just walked in, completely unharmed.
"Tiger, are you trying to be funny?" Seeing this, Mr. Yuan Sr.'s brow relaxed, and he secretly sighed in relief.
Mrs. Xue and the others also appeared reassured, visibly less tense.
"Lin Fan, you… you…" Yuan Youwei's beautiful eyes reddened as she quickly stepped forward, gazing deeply into Lin Fan's face.
"Don't worry, they're just rabble." Lin Fan nodded, taking the girl's delicate, jade-like hand and speaking softly.
"Mm, I believe you. I've always believed you." Yuan Youwei's lovely face blushed as a sweet smile graced her lips, and she squeezed his fingers tightly in return.
"Impossible! This… this is absolutely impossible!"
