C1120 I Am Not a Blockhead

Lin Peng, feeling his age, lay down on the nearby recliner to rest. Lin Murong gazed at him thoughtfully. The old man's hair had turned white, and Murong found himself staring at it for a long time.

If he wasn't truly a son of the Lin family, then where did he come from? No, no, no! He must be out of his mind! Why was he letting Sheng Nanzhen's words get to him