At eight o'clock that evening, in the attic where Xiao Bingqing lived.

The light was soft. Yang Ling was sitting on Xiao Bingqing's bed, holding the comb used by Xiao Bingqing in his hand.

He closed his eyes and smelled the smell in the room. The smell of Xiao Bingqing still seemed to linger here.

A look of intoxication appeared on his face.

Only at this time did Yang Ling feel that life would not be so difficult.

Just at this moment, the voice of housekeeper Mo Doubi sounded outside the attic.

"Little Lord!"

Yang Ling was disturbed, and anger flashed in his eyes. But he quickly suppressed his anger, because the housekeeper Mo undoubtedly watched him grow up since childhood.

Yang Ling took a deep breath, put down the comb, and said outside: "Uncle Mo, is something wrong?"

Mo Douyi said respectfully: "Young Master, I just received the news. Master Shi Yonghu has come to Jiangnan City and has already stayed at the Jiangnan Hotel."
Chapter completed!