"Murderer?" Mr. Tang was silent for a while, suddenly looked up, his eyes flashing: "She, is she seriously injured?"

"……yes!"

"Has I been injured recently?"

"...It should be right?" Ling Luoyu noticed something was wrong: "Mr. Tang, do you know who it is?"

Mr. Tang nodded heavily: "I may understand!"

Ling Luoyu widened his eyes curiously, waiting for the answers behind him.

But what answered her was Mr. Tang's silence.

After a long time, he lowered his eyes: "Let's go!"

Ling Luoyu: "..."

This, let's go??

What does this say?

Did you say loneliness?!

I thought I could know who the murderer was!

Unexpectedly, this is the result.

"Mr. Tang..."

"Let's go!" Mr. Tang obviously didn't want to say anything to Ling Luoyu, so he turned around and walked away.

Ling Luoyu caught up with him: "...but that murderer..."

Mr. Tang interrupted her: "If she doesn't tell you, there must be a reason why she won't tell you!"

Ling Luoyu: "..."

She really can't figure it out.

What kind of opponent is that he even dared not tell her such a taboo as Mr. Tang.

Mr. Tang was thinking about Mo Xishu's affairs, and rushed along the way, and soon arrived at her residence.

Just as he was about to enter the yard, Ling Luoyu stopped him again: "Mr. Tang, I think... I still need it. Let me tell you about my grandmother's injury first?!"

Mr. Tang shook her hand away: "What are you worried about?"

"……I?"

"You're not worried... I'll look down on her after seeing her disfigured or disabled, right?"

Ling Luoyu was silent for a moment: "Of course not!"

But it was this moment of silence that made Mr. Tang understand what she meant - she, that's what she meant.

This is understandable. After all, for women, what else can hurt their self-esteem more than serious injury or disability in their bodies?

He shook his head silently: "Miss Ling, do you really underestimate my pattern? For some men, the most important thing for women is their appearance and posture, but for me, what I need is a soul fit, not these false surfaces!"

There was still some anger in his voice, and he obviously felt that Ling Luoyu's words had insulted him a little.

Turning around, he was about to push open the door, but was stopped by Ling Luoyu again.

"Mr. Tang, you misunderstood. I am not worried about you, but about my grandmother. For women's words, no one wants his appearance to be deficient. In front of a man he cares about... show, do you understand what I mean?"

Mr. Tang once again pushed her away: "Girl, if you think so, you just underestimate her situation!"

Watching him push the door open, Ling Luoyu stood there firmly.

It took me a long time to blink my eyes and realize it later.

"What does it mean? Why... I feel like that clown after a long time?"

After looking at the yard again, Ling Luoyu felt that he was a little redundant at this time.

Thinking that Mo Xuanchen would have to wait a few days before he could see him, he decided to go and see Feng Chenglin first.

Nowadays, I don’t know how this guy communicates with Lu Ming.

When she arrived at Lu Ming's bedroom, she changed her face and dressed up as an obese old mother. She was staggeringly carrying a bucket and walking towards the backyard while watering the flowers.


Chapter completed!