She nodded vigorously, "Really, I will never escape."
Lan Yuchi took a deep breath, the light and shadow of relief in his eyes dispersed, and he whispered: "Thank you."
"Go quickly." She urged quickly.
The servant hurriedly helped Lan Yuchi out of the woods.
Wang Aoshuang stood alone at the door, looking at the backs of the two of them in the distance, feeling confused.
She knew that this was her only chance to escape, but she couldn't do it, she had to keep her promise.
Because Lan Yuchi suffered such severe injuries to save her, if she left like this, she would become an unkind and unrighteous villain.
Although she really wanted to go back to Ling Ang, she could not be a person who was untrustworthy.
She believed that if she really had a fate with Ling Ang, she would return to him sooner or later.
She turned around resolutely and walked into the house.
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Lingao Group Office.
Ling Ang sat at the desk, although his eyes were staring at the documents, but his thoughts were still on Wang Aoshuang's affairs.
Zheng Yan walked in and said, "Ann, Lan Yuchi is hospitalized."
“What is the reason for hospitalization?”
"It is said that he was injured by a sharp weapon, and there were quite a few wounds, but fortunately they were not deep and did not hurt the internal organs."
Ling Ang's eyes condensed, "A weapon?... there are many wounds? This Lan Yuchi was so scared."
But no matter what, he still hopes that Lan Yuchi will recover soon. After all, once he is hospitalized, he will not be able to capture his whereabouts.
Moreover, he might be able to take advantage of this opportunity.
On the weekend, Ling Ang went to visit the old lady.
He knew that the old lady believed in Buddhism, and today was the fifteenth day of the lunar calendar, and Lan Yuchi was injured, so she would definitely go to the temple to pray for blessings.
"Grandma, I'm just free today on weekends, so I'll go with you."
The old lady was so happy when she heard this, "Okay, you were injured a few days ago and you can live through it safely. I have to thank the Buddha for your kindness."
Although Zuo An broke the news that Ling Ang was married a few days ago, which made her angry and smoked her orifices. She had been hiding such a big deal from him.
But later, she saw Ling Ang being heartbroken and unable to form a human form because of Wang Aoshuang's death. At that time, she no longer got angry. She felt that as long as Ling Ang could survive the ups and downs and cheer up again, she would no longer care about everything.
Because from Wang Aoshuang’s affairs, she realized that as long as a person is alive, it is the most important thing.
When he went to the temple, the abbot of the presidency learned that the old lady was coming, so he was very happy to accompany her. Because the old lady had been eating vegetarian food in this temple before and chanting Buddha's name.
When the host saw Ling Ang, he smiled kindly, "The descendants of the Lan family are indeed very heroic, and the old lady is really blessed."
"Thank you for the praise of the master." The old lady had an uncontrollable pride in her eyes.
Ling Ang bowed to the abbot and took out a check, "My grandma has been chanting scriptures here before, living a peaceful and stable life, which depends on the abbot's care. Here are some of my little thoughts, hoping to be the temple.
Add a little sesame oil.”
The abbot showed a sincere smile, "Thank you for your kindness, the Buddha will bless you with happiness and health throughout your life."
Ling Ang smiled slightly, "I hope so."
"The donor is so sincere that there is nothing in the temple to thank the donor. However, there is a pair of jade unicorns in the temple, which was consecrated by the monks.