"Young Master, have you forgotten that you said that the young lady would not run around, so you never told her that this room cannot be entered! This is not the young lady's fault!"
Lian Junzhi quickly advised.
Ling Mufeng was stunned. This was indeed what he said himself.
He did not let anyone enter this house, and he also said the same to An Jingru in the past.[
And for Ye Zhiqiu...
——She has been staying in the room obediently, so he has never told her this "ban".
But she not only came in, but also broke his clay pot!
That was the vase that he completed with him the day before his mother left!
He even drew a picture on it: "Mom and Dad and Me"!
The broken vase, Ye Zhiqiu lying on the ground, and the servants surrounded by him who were at a loss.
Seeing Ye Zhiqiu being pushed to the ground by himself, he felt soft: "Zhiqiu."
"Do not touch me!"
Ye Zhiqiu stood up angrily, clenched his fists, and walked out by himself.
"Young lady!"
Worried that Ye Zhiqiu would have a deeper estrangement to the young master, Lian Junzhi hurriedly chased after him.
Ling Mufeng did not chase after him, but slowly packed up the broken pottery pieces.
"Mr. Ling, I'll help you."
It was An Jingru's voice, she had just seen Ling Mufeng pushing Ye Zhiqiu down.
When she saw the surrounding scenery, she immediately understood.
This room that I couldn't even enter back then was buried with the beauty of his childhood.
It is also his always hidden pain, and he doesn't want to be known to others.
"You go."
Ling Mufeng said coldly that he didn't want to pay attention to An Jingru.[
However, when he picked up a piece of broken pottery flying into the distance, he suddenly found that the piece of pottery was covered with blood!
Knowing autumn!
Ling Mufeng stood up all of a sudden.
This time he noticed that the ground was filled with drops of blood!