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Chapter 12

But the servants of the Ling family searched all the places she frequented and places she didn't frequent, but they couldn't find any trace of her.

It wasn't until it was already dark that Ling Bufan realized something was wrong, so he panicked and ordered the guards in the capital to help find someone, while also asking the servants of the Ling family to dig three feet into the ground of the Duke's mansion.

If Ling Luoyu makes a slight mistake, the Ling family will be completely cut off, and there will be no need for him to live.

Just when he was about to set fire to the house, Tao Ding ran over panting.

"Master... found it..."

"Found it?" Ling Bufan froze instantly, tears filling his eyes: "Old Tao...dead...or alive..."

"Master, please stop thinking nonsense...it's alive...it's alive...found in the lotus pond in the back garden..."

"God bless..."

Ling Bufan fell down on the chair and immediately jumped up, furious.

"Old Tao, please help me...Today I am going to destroy this unscrupulous woman...Rather than die in the hands of others, it is better for me to break her legs and keep her at home..."

Amidst the shouts, he dodged towards the lotus pond.

"Master... the young master has returned to his room..."

The anger that filled the sky disappeared instantly when he saw the little man huddled under the light.

Ling Luoyu was wrapped in a shirt and sitting cross-legged in a wicker chair. His body was covered in black mud, as if he had rolled in a pig pen. Before he came closer, he smelled a stench.

She was drinking ginger soup, and when she saw someone coming, she raised her eyes in surprise.

The old man in front of him has gray beard and hair, and his eyes are shining, but it is difficult to hide the vicissitudes of time.

The moment he saw her, all the anger in his eyes disappeared, replaced by a touch of unconcealable distress.

"You bastard..."

As he cursed angrily, he turned his head to one side to prevent her from seeing the tears in his eyes.

"Grandpa..." Ling Luoyu stood up quickly.

"Drink your soup!" Ling Bufan hid his tears and shouted loudly.

"oh……"

Ling Luoyu sat down obediently and continued to drink ginger soup.

Before the old man came, Ling Yunxi had already sat there and watched her half a cup of tea. Now coupled with the old man's glare, Ling Luoyu was on pins and needles.

"Old Tao, let them all go out...you stay!" Ling Bufan's voice sounded a little tired.

Tao Ding responded, put down a tray in his hand, turned around and closed the door.

When he saw the tray, Ling Luoyu stood up with a "chirp" in fright.

"grandfather……"

She recognized this object, it was the family law of the Ling family.

Back then, she naughtily burned her private school teacher's books, so the old man whipped her three times with this iron whip, causing her to almost die and lie in bed for half a year.

To this day, she still has three scars on her back.

Damn it!

If I were to smoke again this time, wouldn’t it mean that I would lose another layer of skin?!

Ling Bufan was startled and immediately frowned in displeasure.

"Old Tao, what are you asking me to do?"

Tao Ding felt aggrieved and thought, "Isn't it you who invited me?"

But seeing Ling Bufan's disapproving expression, he had no choice but to accept it himself.

"Yes... the old slave thought that the master might be able to use the family method, so he took matters into his own hands... and invited him here..."

He was very unjustly accused of taking this blame, but he still had to bear it.

"That... old slave took it..."

He silently moved the tray to one side.

Ling Luoyu immediately breathed a sigh of relief, smiled and bent down: "Grandpa...Second uncle...Grandpa Tao...It's Yu'er's fault for making everyone worry..."
Chapter completed!
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