Your line is terrible.

On the phone screen, Fang Jun's messages were still popping up.

[Hehehe! We had a great time today and took a lot of photos, but I cannot show them to you.]

Lin Mo glanced at it and handed the phone to Xie Yuling next to him.

Xie Yuling took it, and looking at Fang Jun's silly and happy tone, she could not help but laugh.

"This fool, it seems Cai Junhuang did not reject him."

"Maybe Cai Junhuang is enjoying it too."

Lin Mo took the phone back, casually replied with a congratulations, and stuffed the phone back into his pocket. "Young people's feelings are simple and pure."

Xie Yuling suddenly stopped laughing. She turned her head, her bright eyes carefully sizing up Lin Mo.

"You occasionally give me the feeling of being an adult, you know."

"How big of an adult?"

"Just average."

"Your lines are terrible."

"Lin Mo! You are asking for death!"

Xie Yuling's cheeks instantly dyed a layer of light red. Out of shame and annoyance, her small fists greeted Lin Mo's arm.

Lin Mo smiled while blocking, dodging easily, and his mouth was unforgiving: "What? Angry from embarrassment? I have not even said what is terrible about you yet."

While the two were messing around, Lin Mo's movements suddenly stopped.

The smile on his face instantly retracted, and his brows tightened bit by bit.

That relaxed and joyful atmosphere vanished in an instant.

Xie Yuling's fist was still suspended in mid-air. Looking at Lin Mo's suddenly ice-cold profile, her heart skipped a beat, and she subconsciously lowered her hand.

"What is wrong? Did... did I hit you too hard?"

Lin Mo shook his head, his eyes already looking in the direction of his home, his tone calm: "No."

He paused and spat out a few words.

"Someone is picking the lock of my house."

Xie Yuling was stunned.

Picking a lock?

Her first reaction was the apartment she rented to Lin Mo, but she immediately realized that Lin Mo was talking about his own home.

Before she could think about it, her wrist was firmly grasped by a warm, large hand.

"Let's go take a look."

Without leaving room for argument, Lin Mo pulled her and walked quickly in the direction of his home. The two instantly disappeared into the air.

At the same time, at Lin Mo's house.

In the corridor, metal tools probed into the lock cylinder, making subtle and rapid clicking sounds.

A lean, experienced master was working hard at the door lock, fine beads of sweat already seeping from his forehead.

Behind him, a middle-aged woman and a young man were staring impatiently.

"Oh my, master, can you do it or not?" The middle-aged woman, Lin Shulan, crossed her arms, her tone sarcastic.

"It is just such a broken lock, and you have been poking at it for almost ten minutes. Are you a novice?"

The locksmith's hand movements paused, his cheeks burning a little, and he was sweating profusely.

He had been in the business for ten years, opened countless locks, and was nicknamed the Chepo Lock King, but today he actually stumbled on an ordinary security door.

It was as if there were teeth growing inside this lock; his tools were bitten dead as soon as they went in, caught in a dilemma.

Was his lifelong reputation really going to be ruined here?

Just as he lost all his dignity and was about to suggest the customer use an electric drill directly, footsteps came from the stairwell.

Unhurried, step by step, approaching in this direction.

"What are you guys doing!" A cold male voice sounded in the corridor, without half a bit of surprise, but rather as if he had expected it.

The locksmith stiffened all over and subconsciously looked up, but the tools in his hands were still stubbornly inserted in the keyhole, reluctant to let go.

He was really persistent.

"Uncle."

Lin Mo's gaze passed over him and landed on that familiar door and the tools on it.

"Can you explain why you are prying my door?"

Finally, the locksmith felt as if he had been granted amnesty. With a clang, he threw away the tools in his hand, as if throwing away a hot potato.

He breathed a long sigh of relief, pointed to Lin Shulan behind him, and was eager to clear his relationship: "Little brother, you cannot blame me for this! It is this older sister, she said it is her house and she forgot to bring her keys, so I came."

Saying that, he quietly took half a step back, his hand already reaching for the phone in his pocket.

As everyone knows, locksmiths are registered at the police station. When encountering this kind of situation with unclear property rights, calling the police is the only way out.

Lin Mo did not look at him again; his sight shot straight at the man and the woman.

"Lin Shulan," he could not even be bothered to call her Aunt, "what is the matter?"

His tone was flat, but as cold as ice.

Beside him, Xie Yuling quietly watched this scene, her gaze sweeping between the locksmith who was ready to watch the drama and Lin Shulan whose face was ashen, and she already had a rough guess in her heart.

This relative relationship was even more tense than imagined.

"Lin Mo!"

Lin Shulan was enraged by his attitude of calling her directly by her name, and her face suddenly could not hang on. "Since when did you become so unruly? You do not even know how to call me Aunt when you see an elder?"

Hearing this, Lin Mo suddenly let out a low laugh, and there was not half a bit of warmth in that laughter.

"Elder?"

He took a step forward, his imposing aura making Lin Shulan subconsciously step back.

"Finding someone to pry open the door of my house, and you still have the nerve to put on the airs of an elder in front of me?"

Lin Mo's eyes were sarcastic as he asked word by word: "Do you deserve it?"

These words were more lethal than any curse word, like a resounding slap, fiercely striking Lin Shulan's face.

Her face instantly turned from white to red, then from red to purple, her chest heaving violently from anger.

"You! You uneducated, ungrateful wolf!"

She screamed, her voice piercing. "I am your father's own sister! I came to my brother's house, and you still want to shut me out? Hurry up and open the door, let us in!"

The young man next to her also chimed in: "That is right, cousin. We came all this way to care about you. What kind of attitude is this?"

Lin Mo did not even glance at him, as if he were just a puff of air.

Looking at that familiar yet unfamiliar figure, Lin Mo's eyes grew colder and colder.

Lin Shulan, his biological aunt.

Some deliberately dusted-off memories, like overturned ink, quickly smudged in his mind, dyeing all his emotions black.

When his father was still alive, this aunt was a frequent visitor to the house.

She never came empty-handed, and she never left empty-handed either.

It is just that what she brought were some worthless fruits, but what she took away were the good things in Lin Mo's house.

"Brother, this Maotai of yours is not bad. I will take a bottle back for my Liu Feng to try." She spoke as if it were a matter of course, and her movements were smooth and flowing, as if that wine cabinet belonged to her house.

"Brother, this tea of yours smells really fragrant. Where did you buy it? Pack some for me."

She pinched a pinch, put it to the tip of her nose and sniffed it, then started looking for a bag to pack it herself.

The most important thing was that during the New Year and festivals, his parents gave her son a red envelope of one hundred yuan, but she only gave him twenty yuan.

Could this be tolerated?!