Upper‑Grade Lin Clan!
As soon as these words were spoken, everyone present was shocked.
Everyone in the Zheng family knew just how terrifying the Upper‑Grade Lin Clan was.
They understood even more.
They understood the immense gulf between the Zheng family and the Upper‑Grade Lin Clan.
"No connection at all?"
The visitor shook his head: "Hand over Joy Zheng—and that bastard."
"He carries the blood of our Upper‑Grade Lin Clan. He shouldn't exist outside."
His tone was icy cold.
Everyone instinctively looked at Joy Zheng when they heard this.
Joy Zheng's face turned pale, her whole body trembling.
So...
What was meant to come, has finally arrived.
She had run for so many years.
She had suffered for so many years.
She had hidden away in Whitewood...
She had never wanted to see that man again in her entire life.
But the people from the Upper‑Grade Lin Clan still found her.
"We just want to live quietly. We've already suffered enough all these years, and only recently managed to reunite as a family."
Old Madam Zheng stepped forward, her face streaked with tears as she looked at the man before her: "Please, please, I beg you—please let the Upper‑Grade Lin Clan show some mercy."
"You can't really be planning to drive us to death..."
"I, an old woman, will kneel to you today!"
As Old Madam Zheng spoke, she started to kneel on the ground.
"Mom!"
Joy Zheng's expression changed. She rushed forward and grabbed Old Madam Zheng.
"You're going way too far!" Faye Zheng bit her lip, shaking with rage.
"Way too far?"
The man scoffed: "Not wiping out your whole family on the spot is already giving you plenty of face!"
"Enough nonsense. The Oceanport Zheng Clan isn't qualified to bargain with us."
"Besides, the person Joy Zheng gave birth to carries the blood of our Upper‑Grade Lin Clan. That bastard wandering outside is nothing but a disgrace to us!"