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Lin Xin noticed that Han Yan's expression still hadn't improved.
Although Han Yan had said little since arriving, the coldness in his eyes had not completely faded.
His brows remained faintly drawn together, and there was a subtle tension in his jaw. It was clear that he was still suppressing the anger that had been building ever since Dong Hai told him what had happened.
Even now, just thinking about what had happened made Lin Xin's chest feel slightly tight.
He didn't want Han Yan to remain angry because of him, especially when he could see how deeply the incident had affected him.
More importantly, Lin Xin didn't want everyone to continue standing around in such a heavy atmosphere. The tension was already weighing on everyone, and he wanted to find a way to ease it, even if only a little.
So, seeing that Han Yan was still looking displeased, Lin Xin deliberately turned his attention toward Wei Jun.
A small smile appeared on his face.
