Along the way, the car was a little quiet.

Forbes still did not recover from the excitement, waiting for such a long time, finally waiting for this moment. The incense of the master of the house was not broken, but his son came back.

Young master Lin, come back!

"Fubo, tell me about the Lin family."

Back down, Lin Fan closed his eyes: "my father is no longer here, now who is in charge of the Lin family?"

"It's your father's brother, your uncle." Talking about the current situation of the family, Fubo was poured a basin of cold water, and immediately returned from excitement: "Lin Tianba, after your father left, he became the latest owner of the family. Now he is the most powerful person in the Lin family."

"Listen to Fu Bo's tone, this Lin Tianba, well, my uncle, doesn't seem to be very good?"

This plot trend seems to be in line with the current family stream, and it is often the people closest to the dead who become the helmsman. Correspondingly, the closest person is a villain.

Fubo's words also confirmed Lin Fan's idea: "young master, Lin Tianba has always coveted the position of the master of the house. Even when the master was still there, he would target him everywhere. Even if the master had an accident, he would fall into the trap."

Thinking of what happened in those years, fauber was angry: "I investigated all the people involved, but in the end, I couldn't find anything. It's disgusting."

"Fubo, did Lin Tianba know you were investigating him?"

Grasping the key to this, Lin Fan frowned slightly: "generally speaking, this kind of person is cautious in doing things, and if it is really what he does, he will certainly not leave a handle."

"He knew I was investigating him, and he said to the public that he welcomed my investigation."

Fubo's voice with a trace of helplessness: "I can't find out who framed the master. Although I suspect it's Lin Tianba, I have no basis."

"Father and mother don't exist in my memory, fauber."

Looking out of the window at the trees moving backward, Lin Fan sighed: "if you want me to go back to dominate and let me go back to fight for the family or something, I don't have this mind and interest. Do you understand what I mean?"

"Young master, this idiom describes your present situation."

Fubo sighed: "I don't expect you to come back. I just hope you can worship the master and let him know your existence under the nine springs."

It is an unchangeable fact that blood is thicker than water. No matter where you go, no matter how far you go, no matter how high you fly, it belongs to the family and is one of them.

Many things once started are difficult to end, even if the parties want to end, there will be other miscellaneous things. Slowly hinders you, slowly corrupts you, until you begin to resist, until you begin to be overloaded.

It may sound like nothing, but will stakeholders give you this opportunity? As long as there is a contradiction, things will gradually get out of control, and slowly derive the birth and death issues.

"Fauber, are you laughing

Yawn, Lin Fan's mouth curved: "is thinking about how I should face Lin Tianba, or how Lin Tianba should face me?"

"Young master, you don't know how long I have been waiting for this moment. I can't wait to see Lin Tianba's expression change."

Fubo's expression was full of ferocity, with a thick gnashing of teeth: "has he been the master of the house these years, has he been unable to sleep at night, has he been haunted by nightmares?"