"You, bastard! How dare you say that!" Ling Wanqiu's face instantly turned red, and the gaze of the people around seemed to become strange.
"There's nothing I don't dare to say, it's not like I've done something outrageous to you!" Li Xiaobao said sternly.
However, while Li Xiaobao and Ling Wanqiu were bickering in the hall, three shadows quietly slipped into the Ling family's large courtyard outside, drawing a large number of Ling family's guards into the hall, leaving the outside guards noticeably sparse.
One by one, the guards fell, and in the dim light of the night, the three shadows moved with incredible speed, and even in complete silence.
Inside, Li Xiaobao was trying all he could to provoke Ling Wanqiu. This woman was furious, but she had to consider Ling Guanghuai's life or death, so she couldn't act against Li Xiaobao.
"Li Xiaobao, what exactly do you want! If you lay a finger on my uncle, you won't have a place to be buried." Ling Wanqiu scolded angrily.
