Jian Lingling looked down at You Tianming, the old man responsible for plunging her into endless torment, despair, and pain.
Yet Jian Lingling did not hate You Tianming; in fact, she was somewhat grateful to him. Without him, she would never have intersected paths with Ye Qingfeng.
Nor would she be in this situation now; she could once again approach Ye Qingfeng closely—he even took the initiative to hold her hand.
Covered in blood, You Tianming looked up in fear at Ye Qingfeng and Jian Lingling. If he knew Jian Lingling's thoughts at this moment, he might once again be angered to the point of spitting blood.
"Spare me, I'm willing to be your slave and servant, and sweep the world clear for you!" You Tianming cried hoarsely, a hint of pleading in his eyes.
He hated himself dearly for being overly confident and disregarding Ye Qingfeng, this young man. Now, he finally understood exactly how defiant the rumors of this young devil were!
