Ling Tian'ao pinched her face, "Not just anyone can hit this face of yours! Especially an outsider! No one is allowed to touch you! If someone does, you must hit them back so as not to lose my face."
Ye Luo felt a warmth in her heart and immediately bowed, "Understood, Young Master!"
Ye Luo looked up again to see Cui Shuli hiding in Ling Chao's arms, no longer daring to say anything.
But her own son had died!
Died in unclear circumstances!
Why couldn't she pursue it!
After all, he was the flesh she bore for ten months!
"Master... you must stand up for us, mother and son!" Cui Shuli cried in Ling Chao's arms.
"Stop crying! He's already dead! What's the point of pursuing it!" Ling Chao said impatiently.
Cui Shuli widened her eyes, "But he was your own son! Shouldn't he be given justice for his death! He was so young, how could he suddenly die! Covered in blood, what exactly did he go through!!"
Ling Yue's body was covered in blood; his death looked so hideous.
