Chapter 532 (1/2)

As for Ling Shiyang, he hasn't been with old Ling anyway. If he really has a little bit of conscience with his grandfather, he can't do those disgusting things, even the children.

It can only be said that it is a long and crooked descendant. It can't blame Ling old. It's not that there are Ling Shiyang's Lao Tzu and his mother. Therefore, no matter what, she really can't press the crime on Ling old. She still knows that injustice has a head and debt has a owner.

And this time, he saved her two brothers, so she should be grateful to him.

When Ling saw Liu Liang, he not only didn't blame him, but also tried to get rid of him. To tell the truth, he was really ashamed and angry. He also thought about how he had such a stupid grandson. He didn't even distinguish between things and ideas. He really taught in vain these years.

”Don't worry,” said Ling. ”This time, the old man will give you and Da Bao and Xiao Bao will give you an explanation.”

Liu Liang actually didn't say that she wanted to explain herself. It's different for others to do it with her. How small their hand strength is, it must not hurt, but as long as she does it, it will be fresh in her memory and can't be forgotten all her life.

”Grandpa...”

This sudden sentence also made Liu Liang in a good mood and disappeared all at once.

Zeng Xubai pinched her finger secretly.

”Don't do it. After all, someone else's grandfather is still there. First, give the old man some face. You should be grateful for the big treasure and the small treasure.”

Liu Liang knows that although they are all surnamed Ling, she can distinguish them clearly.

As soon as Ling Shiyang came in, he saw Liu Liang and Zeng Shubai sitting aside. Liu Liang also glanced at him. That glance was like where he came from. He did this and calculated for so long, but he didn't get anything in the end.

It's not funny, it's pathetic, it's shameful.

”Grandpa, how are you?”

Ling Shiyang hasn't seen Ling Lao for a long time. In his memory, Ling Lao has always been a very thin old man. He also bends his back and walks without a bit of divine color. His face is also pale. He has a sense of dying when the oil is exhausted and the lamp is dry.

But is it his grandfather who looks ruddy and energetic now? If it's not that his face is very similar to Ling Lao when he was young, maybe he really can't recognize it. He is Ling Lao, that is, his grandfather who may not have much time.

”Why, I'm fine. You're disappointed?”

Ling Lao asked with a sneer.

”No.” Ling Shiyang hurriedly explained, ”I'm glad grandpa can be well.”

He really didn't mean that. If he did, he would be struck by the sky.

Ling Lao doesn't want to hear his explanation. Any more explanation is nonsense and useless. What he does is what he does, and what he is wrong is wrong.

”Someone!”

He shouted to the outside. Soon after, several tall men in black came in. They all had short black hair, and their hair stood up. The muscles on their arms were very strong, and through their clothes, they could see tangled and powerful tendons.

These people are practicing family, Liu Liang can guarantee.