"Miss Ling, I don't know much about you. I don't know if the girl will agree to the request I made..."

"Speak!"

"What if I want the Mo family?"

“…Mo family?”

"I can see that for people like the girl, the wealth of the Mo family is just a passing cloud and disdainful thing, but for my Zhou family, it can support too many lives, so I want the Mo family..."

"The Mo family's surname is Mo. I am an outsider. How can I make the decision?"

"I can see clearly whether the girl can make the decision, and I know it in my heart... If it is a vain attempt, I will not speak!"

“…It makes some sense!”

Ling Luoyu nodded thoughtfully, and Zhou Yan's heart also raised.

"Miss Ling...Is this agreed?"

"Honest Zhou's head misunderstood again, right?" Ling Luoyu looked sideways, and the smile in his eyes became deeper: "What I said is very reasonable, but I am really sorry!"

“…”

"I am not qualified to make decisions about the Mo family! Not to mention that my current identity is only half of the Mo family, even if I am really the head of the Mo family, I will not agree to such a thing... because your Zhou family wants to survive, and the Mo family people must survive..."

"So, is it...inappropriate for us to discuss?" Zhou Yan sat upright and turned his wheelchair.

"I can't do anything about the Mo family, but I have some ability in your business, Master Zhou!"

Zhou Yan stopped in his wheelchair: "Miss Ling was joking, what can I do?"

Turning his head, his eyes became a little more ambiguous.

"Can't it be that the girl wants to use a beauty trick on me... she wants to give up on her body?"

"The beauty trick is the most useless trick, I don't want to use it!"

His eyes drooped slightly, and Ling Luoyu aimed at the wheelchair.

"The wheelchair of the head of the Zhou family has been around for a while, right? You can see that the skilled craftsman has hidden hidden weapons..."

Zhou Yan frowned slightly: "Miss Ling doesn't want to give me a wheelchair, right?"

"That's the specialty of the temple. I can't... What I can do is something in a wheelchair!"

Lifting his fingertips lightly, Ling Luoyu pointed at his legs from a distance.

“To be precise, those legs!”

“…”

Except for Feng Chenglin, everyone, including Ding Temple, took a breath.

Cheng Xue suspected that she had heard it wrong: "You...what did you say?"

She looked at Zhou Yan, and Zhou Yan's face was pale, as if she was scared.

"Miss Ling...you said, you... can you cure my master's...she legs?"

Ling Luoyu refused to say anything: "I can try..."

The word "try" made Zhou Yan's breath sink.

When he thought of something, he suddenly smiled.

"Try it... I don't know how many of my legs I've tried over the years."

Try it?!

No one knows how much suffering, how much sin he suffered, how much hope he had given for these two words.

But what is the result!?

He still sat here and used his wheelchair for transportation.

Seeing his loss, Ling Luoyu bit his fingertips lightly, without any rushing: "There is no absolute in the world. I am not a god. I can come back to life and dare to make a promise to ensure that you can stand up. If the head of the Zhou family feels troublesome and it doesn't look like trying, then we won't try... I thought that you were willing to pay any price to be able to stand up, but I didn't expect that I was thinking too much!"

“…”

Zhou Yan's fingers on his legs were uncontrollably thrusting, and pinched the blanket covering his legs.
Chapter completed!