C11 (2/2)

The Leng Clan.

”Young master, aren't you …” Mo Yuan was talking to the servant about the matters of the family when he saw Leng Xiao's cold expression, which was even uglier than when he left home.

Leng Xiao rushed upstairs without saying a word. Soon, Mo Yuan heard a loud bang as the door to the study was tightly shut. Everyone in the house was shocked, not knowing what happened to Leng Xiao.

”Do things for yourself.” Mo Yuan lightly said, and continued to chat with the servant beside him about what had happened.

The servants shivered. They had to be careful again.

Red light flashed in Leng Xiao's deep eyes. The corners of his mouth turned cold, and his hands were clattering loudly. The temperature of the entire room plummeted. Even the air conditioning that was emitting cold air wasn't as effective.

Darkness shrouded the land, and in the distance, bits and pieces of light lit up the night. The cold wind of the night was obstructed by the glass, preventing it from penetrating the temperature of the room.

Lan Shi Ling, if you think I will give you another chance to get something from me, you will treat me as a fool.

I've been tricked by you once, there definitely won't be a second time. Not even with Leng Xinhao. If you dare to try again, I will make your life worse than death.

At this moment, in a dark room in the Leng Clan, a corner of light was emitted from the computer screen, illuminating a small body.

On his small face, his thin eyelashes trembled, and his eyes were filled with doubt. He did not know what the scene he had seen on the balcony was.

Just now, when Leng Xiao was hugging Lan Shi Ling and kissing her, while Leng Xin Hao was on the bed thinking about Lan Shi Ling's leek box and feeling conflicted, he got off the bed and walked to the balcony. He laid on the balcony, wanting to blow the wind to calm himself down. With his superior eyesight, the little guy was able to see all of Leng Xiao's expression. He was shocked to see the affection on his face, and what surprised him was not only that. When Leng Xiao pushed the woman away, he could clearly see her face, it was Lan Shiling. Although Leng Xinhao was unable to hear what he was saying, Leng Xiao's following expression and actions were undoubtedly not out of loathing for Lan Shiling.

This guy clearly had just kissed someone else, yet he still put on such an expression. He truly was worthy of being called a philanderer. He had used someone else this morning, and now he was going to abandon her.

Not so cheap, Cold Owl.

Leng Xinhao hated the Cold Owl the most. He would always have different women by his side. Every time he returned home, as long as he saw a servant observing Leng Xiao's room from time to time, he knew that Leng Xiao had brought that bitch back home.

If the one Leng Xiao was treating was another woman, seeing them kiss each other, Leng Xinhao would turn around and return to his room without hesitation, ignoring them. However, the crux of the matter was that this woman was Lan Shiling. That was different.