C12 (1/2)

The shop was in chaos, but the chaos consisted of the Lord Sun's family, along with his servants.

Xiaowan did not remember how she went back to his room. When she woke up, she was sitting on her ”marriage bed”. Looking at the bright red decorations, she only remembered to see Mrs. Sun spitting out a large mouthful of blood. She got up and rushed to the door, but when the door opened, Ling Chaofeng stood there holding food.

”Lady … Madam, she …” The Xiaowan's voice trembled, she unconsciously grabbed onto Ling Chaofeng's sleeves, ”Is the Madam dead?”

Ling Chaofeng said indifferently: ”The doctor is currently treating.”

After he finished speaking, he didn't care about the fact that his sleeve was being grabbed as he walked straight into the house.

Xiaowan let go of her hands, but he did not follow him in. As if she was going to look for Mrs. Sun, a foot had just stepped across the threshold when Ling Chaofeng called for him: ”Stop.”

She stopped and turned around again, anger on her face. ”I want to see her.”

Ling Chaofeng said lightly: ”Lord Sun and the doctor are by her side, you won't be able to help.”

”I just want to see her …”

”Are you very familiar with Mrs. Sun?” Ling Chaofeng said heartlessly, ”For people who only know each other for two days, what does life or death have to do with you?”

”You!” The Xiaowan was extremely angry, ”Even if it has nothing to do with me, she is still a customer in the shop, and is your friend right?”

”Yeah, what about you?” Ling Chaofeng's eyes were cold, as though even if the Mrs. Sun were to pass away, he would not feel the slightest bit sad.

But Xiaowan said with sadness, ”You guessed that Mrs. Sun would poison me, right? But you stopped me from shouting, and you just watched her take the poison. Manager Ling, you're really ruthless.”

Ling Chaofeng raised his head and looked at his coldly with a strange glint in his eyes. It was as if Xiaowan's words had touched him, or perhaps it had some other meaning.

He laughed coldly, ”Madam is not poisoned. She is sick, so don't let your imagination run wild.”

Xiaowan was startled, she rushed in front of Ling Chaofeng: ”Impossible, in the afternoon, you clearly …”

Ling Chaofeng suddenly pinched her mouth. Although it wasn't very hard, it still made Xiaowan's face change shape. This kind of action would cause people to be afraid, but it was the same for Xiaowan.

Ling Chaofeng saw the fear and stubbornness in his crystal eyes and an indescribable emotion in his heart. He loosened his hand, but his words were still as cold as ever: ”Don't speak nonsense, stay in the house obediently. There's nothing for you to do downstairs.”

Xiaowan refused to listen, and turned around to leave. Ling Chaofeng berated: ”Mu Xiaowan, don't refuse a toast only to be punished.”

”Are you going to hit me or tie me up?” Xiaowan's eyes were brimming with tears, ”Or kill me?”

”You mean, I killed Mrs. Sun?” Ling Chaofeng's eyes were like ice.

”Otherwise?” The Xiaowan stared at him.

The two of them stood very close to each other as Ling Chaofeng looked down from above: ”You seem to really like to meddle in other people's business. If you didn't meddle in other people's business, you might have already found the person you were looking for and know where your father is.

Xiaowan made up her mind. Before she left the Ling Xiao Inn, no matter what, she had to return the money to him.

But unexpectedly, Ling Chaofeng changed the subject: ”If you're looking for your father, and you want to end the engagement with me, then the one hundred silver coins for the betrothal gift and the money I gave to the matchmaker will both be returned to me. ”A total of one hundred and twenty silver taels, plus two taels.”

It was one hundred and twenty … 2 taels. The little bowl subconsciously began to calculate. It even slightly lowered its head, and its fingers were exposed from its sleeves. It seemed like it could not calculate and was breaking its fingers.