Currently, the Ling Family's hot spring has formed three zones.
Over where Ye Huan is, there is one zone, and over here where Ling Mengmeng treats Ye Huan like a Plague God, there's another.
Between these two zones, there is a neutral zone where people neither add insult to Ye Huan's injury nor speak up for him.
"Mindless, you'll regret it when the ancestors blame you," Ling Mengmeng sneered.
Saying this, she moved through the crowd, her youthful and vibrant body swimming past to reach the side of Ling Yao and Ling Zhiyuan, the core disciples of the Ling Family, looking at them seriously: "Cousin Ling Yao, Cousin Zhiyuan, I have a question for you. Do you like me?"
"Of course we like you!" The two blurted out, nodding repeatedly.
Ling Mengmeng is a cute, innocent beauty with white stockings, very lovable, and they have all treated her as a fantasy object in the dark of night.
Though Ling Yao admires Ling Meijiao, he also admires Ling Mengmeng.
