Upon hearing the Old Master’s words, Ling Ao couldn’t help but gasp. Uncle Long was undoubtedly one of the most terrifying figures in the world, but now the Old Master was saying that Leng Xuan’s first ntor was ten tis more formidable than Uncle Long. Wouldn’t that an his ntor had transcended and attained sainthood, becoming a godlike existence?
Although he was shocked, Ling Ao did not continue to ask. He knew that his father harbored many secrets he did not wish outsiders to know. Even though his wife and Uncle Liu were not considered outsiders, his father rarely spoke of those secrets to him, let alone in their presence...
After parting with the Old Master, Leng Xuan drove Li ngjie’s Ferrari, returning to Imperial Scenery Garden with Miss Ling and Li ngjie.
In the car, Ling Xuejiu pouted, sowhat angrily saying, "Leng Xuan, my mom bought you a gift, why didn’t you accept it?"
Leng Xuan was a bit frustrated. Was not accepting a gift also a mistake? However, he was aware that Miss Ling was blaming him for not showing respect to her mother. Rembering the way Mada Ren looked at him, he felt sowhat uncomfortable and said indifferently, "Miss Ling, I am just a bodyguard by your side. I cannot afford to accept such expensive gifts."
Ling Xuejiu felt a sense of cold detachnt in Leng Xuan’s tone, and her heart soured as she said, "You didn’t even look. How do you know the gift my mom gave you is very expensive?"
Not wanting to lose face over the Clergy, and considering the Old Master’s feelings, Leng Xuan shook his head without saying anything more.
Seeing Leng Xuan remaining silent, Ling Xuejiu thought he was admitting fault and continued, "You are clearly just not giving my mom face. Hmph, it was the first ti you t, and she bought you a gift. Not only do you lack gratitude, you don’t even have the slightest manners. You really are..." She didn’t finish her sentence when suddenly, Leng Xuan’s cell phone rang.
Leng Xuan, driving with one hand, took out his cellphone with the other. He glanced at it and was startled to see that the caller was Zhou Li. He then rembered that Zhou Jingpeng had asked him to morize her number earlier that day. Hesitating, he felt sowhat embarrassed to answer in front of the two misses.
"Cold Bodyguard, who is calling?" Li ngjie was getting curious, "Why aren’t you answering?"
With a wry smile, Leng Xuan eventually pressed the answer button and put the phone to his ear, greeting with a "hello."
"It’s , Zhou Li!" Zhou Li seed sowhat shy, her voice very soft. If Leng Xuan didn’t have excellent hearing, he probably wouldn’t have heard her properly.
"Hmm, I know. Is there sothing you need?" Leng Xuan asked.
On the other end of the phone, Zhou Li said softly, "Oh, it’s nothing much... I... I just wanted to say thank you."
"Thank you?" Leng Xuan was astonished, puzzled as to why Zhou Li suddenly wanted to thank him.
Actually, this was the situation: after school, when Zhou Li returned ho, her brother Zhou Jingpeng excitedly told her that he could attempt to walk again. When Zhou Li learned of this, her eyes imdiately reddened with happiness, and she wept joyfully. Yet at the sa ti, she felt a little conflicted. Leng Xuan had helped her out several tis in a big way, and she had never been able to repay him. Now that he had enabled her brother to walk again, she felt even more indebted to Leng Xuan. Later, Zhou Jingpeng gave her a new phone and suggested she keep in touch with Leng Xuan, which made her heart sour because, in her view, Leng Xuan felt no affection towards her. At most, he was like the other male students at school, coveting her beauty, wanting to play with her body.
However, setting feelings aside, she owed Leng Xuan so much, so she should at least make a phone call to say thank you, right?
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