Ling Ang was watching the financial news on the terrace. The housekeeper came over, "Young Master, Miss Wang is here."
Ling Ang's eyebrows tightened and remained silent for a long time before saying, "No."
The butler turned around and walked out. When he walked to the terrace door, Ling Ang's cold voice came from behind, "Call her in."
Wang Aoshuang came to the terrace and saw Ling Ang looking at the notebook motionless, his figure as quiet as a sculpture.
Although the terrace is very open, she still feels particularly depressed.
She calmed down for a moment and spoke a little restrainedly: "Mr. Ling, I have a reluctant request."
Ling Ang stared at the news on his laptop, and a cold smile appeared on his charming lips, "Wang Aoshuang, I really admire you, I still have the nerve to come and ask me."
"I know it's presumptuous and overestimated my ability to do this, but I still try my best."
Ling Ang closed the notebook and took a sip of tea, "Okay, I want to see if there is something that drives you to be so tough."
Wang Aoshuang took a breath and suppressed her nervousness, "I hope you don't retaliate against the Lan family again."
Ling Ang's eyes froze, his eyes immediately fell on her face, and he asked in a deep voice: "Do you know something?"
"Yes, I accidentally saw your document today. I know that this project is a project that Lanrui Group is striving for. I hope..." She hesitated and grabbed her palm, "I hope you don't destroy it, rob it.
They have their business.”
He stared at her tightly, and after a long time, he smiled coldly, "You've been in vain."
"Ling Ang..." She stepped forward eagerly and grabbed his arm and begged sadly, "I beg you, don't kill the Lan family."
Ling Ang's eyes slowly swept across her face and grabbed her hand away, "Impossible."
"Ling Ang, no matter how you say that the Lan family is also your mother's family. You are always a family with them, so you can let them go."
Ling Ang's eyebrows were faint, and a hint of hatred floated in his eyes, "I have no blood relationship with Lan Feng and Lan Yuchi, and they have never regarded our Ling family as relatives."
Wang Aoshuang was stunned for a moment. She didn't know what had happened to the two families before, but Mrs. Lan still loved Ling Ang very much. He would hurt the old lady if she did this.
She continued to persuade: "Ling Ang, when has the revenge been repaid? You have already taken half of the shares of the Lan family. For the sake of the old lady loving you so much, you can just take it aside."
Speaking of the old lady, a soft light flashed across Ling Ang's eyes, but he quickly returned to peace. "I will arrange everything about my grandmother, but I must destroy everything about the Lan family."
"Ling Ang..." She grabbed his arm anxiously again, and was extremely earnest, "Ling Ang, please... please, don't be so cruel."
Ling Ang turned his head, and there was a slight anger in his eyes, "No matter who asks me, I will not change my mind."
He turned around and sat down, continued to look at the computer, "Butler, take off the guests."
The housekeeper walked in, "Miss Wang, please don't interfere with the young master."
Wang Aoshuang looked at Ling Ang quietly and said softly: "Okay, I won't interfere with you. I'll wait outside. I hope you can think about it seriously and show mercy to the old lady."
She turned around and walked out, stood quietly in front of the villa gate.
Ling Ang, on the terrace, looked at the figure outside the door, and his eyes darkened little by little.