Ling Chao widened his eyes, looking around frantically to make sure no one was there, and slapped Ling Yue's face, "What nonsense are you talking! You weren't even born, what do you know! She died of illness! How else could she have died!"
Ling Yue laughed heartily at his panic, "I may not know, but do you think no one else does! If it wasn't for Ling Tian'ao protecting you, Xia Zhisu would have stabbed you to death today! Father! Mu Ting is watching you from outside, just waiting for you to go to hell!"
Ling Chao really looked outside in panic, as if he truly saw Mu Ting's mournful face.
With a stagger, Ling Chao fell to the ground.
Outside, the sun was warm, yet Ling Chao broke out in a cold sweat.
"Shut up! You don't know anything!" Ling Chao stood up and kicked Ling Yue with his foot, right at his wounded area.
More blood gushed from his body.
Ling Yue, however, remained silent, as if he had long known his fate for today.
