Yang Yunhai clutched his hand, the feel of Gu Lingling's small hand still seemed to linger.
Thinking about today's events, his face could almost drop ice.
It seems that he has been too gentle these years, so these people have forgotten his methods.
The Lang Family, huh?
Yang Yunhai's lips curved slightly.
Before Lang Yimo even thought about how to deal with Gu Lingling, she was urgently called back by her own father.
"You... why are you here?" Seeing Lang Lang, Lang Yimo reacted as if she had seen a ghost.
Wasn't she supposed to still be in that shabby hotel, entangled with that tramp?
How could she be standing here perfectly fine?
Moreover, she seemed to be completely unharmed.
Lang Yimo thought about the burning pain in a certain part of her lower body, and she was inexplicably furious.
"Was it you who did this?" She stepped forward to give Lang Lang a slap but was caught by her.
