"yes."
Lin Zhixing raised his hand and showed it openly.
He Mingyu was born into wealth and always had the best food and things.
Even during the most difficult years abroad, I had help from my family, so I didn't suffer at all.
He could tell at a glance that the wedding ring on Lin Zhixing's hand was crudely made. Not to mention a high-end brand, it didn't even seem to be made of gold or platinum.
He Mingyu frowned and wanted to say something, but suppressed it for the time being.
The two of them walked towards the box together, and neither of them noticed that the person who just came in from the door was someone they knew.
In the box, Yin Ruyun has arrived.
The woman was wearing a dark purple dress, and her whole demeanor was noble and elegant, with her appearance having hardly changed from a few years ago.
“Zhizhi!”
Yin Ruyun stood up and walked over, holding Lin Zhixing's hand and looking at him carefully. "Why are you still so thin after all these years? Is it because you work too hard?"
"Not bad." Lin Zhixing responded.
Yin Ruyun took her to the dining table and sat her down, intending to chat with her about other things.
Lin Zhixing put his cell phone on the dining table.
The screen lit up, and the wallpaper of her and her son immediately caught Yin Ruyun's attention.
"Is this your son?"
Yin Ruyun leaned over to look.
Lin Zhixing generously unlocked his phone and showed the wallpaper to Yin Ruyu.
The mother and son in the photo are smiling happily. Lin Zian is wearing a pair of cartoon glasses bought at an amusement park, which almost covers most of his face, so his specific appearance cannot be seen.
All that could be seen was the boy's eyes, with pupils as black as Tahitian pearls.
He Mingyu also came over.
Although the little boy's facial features are not clear in the photo, his facial contours look like Lin Zhixing.
Look at this shooting angle...
It should be the children's father who took the photo.
He Mingyu had no choice but to accept the fact that Lin Zhixing was really married.
Ever since he knew that Lin Zhixing and his uncle were not together, he always felt that maybe they still had a chance...
Now, the photo before him could be said to have completely crushed his last bit of delusion.
He Mingyu forced a smile and sat back in his seat.
“Knock, knock, knock.”
There was a knock on the door.
There was already a waiter in the box.
As there was a knock on the door, all three of them looked towards it.
The person who followed the waiter in was...
He Yanchen!
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