C8

This woman, she actually dared to run to the Heng Shan School to be a teacher. She wanted to get close to Xin Hao so that she could come back here and swindle money?

Woman, aren't you thinking too well!

Leng Xiao held the cup tightly, sitting on the sofa without saying a word. It was as if he had sunk into a dark mass of air. The surrounding people trembled in fear, afraid that if they were not careful, they would become the target of the Cold Owl's rage.

The cold current in the room grew even faster. Even the carefree Ou Yi Xiang trembled a few times. He looked at the silent Leng Xiao with a bit of worry in his eyes.

"Go and check on that life teacher." The room was silent for a long time. Then, the Cold Owl threw down his words and went upstairs. Only then did those standing downstairs heave a sigh of relief, lamenting that they had escaped calamity.

"Got it. Also give me a copy of the information as well. Thanks." Ou Yixiang and the rest could not see Leng Xiao's figure, so he walked to Mo Yuan's side, smiled, and patted him on the shoulder. I'm leaving, bye! "

Let's hurry up and leave this place. Who knows when that Leng Xiao might have gone berserk again.

When it was warm, it always felt like time was passing by very quickly. Lan Shi Ling gently pulled her numb hand away and looked at the clock beside her. It was getting late. If Leng Xinhao did not return, the Leng Clan would probably become anxious.

However, when she saw Leng Xinhao sleep so sweetly, Lan Shiling could not bear to do so. While he was hesitating, Leng Xinhao dreamt that his mother would let him go, and he would not be able to catch up to her no matter how hard he tried. He was jolted awake.

"Mommy!"

Leng Xinhao suddenly opened his eyes and sat up from the bed. He was breathing rapidly and his voice sounded anxious. His small eyes were looking around for something he wanted to see.

"Wealthy!" After saying that out loud, Lan Shi Ling put her hands on Leng Xinhao's face and looked at him worriedly. Did she have a bad dream?

Blinking his eyes, Leng Xinhao was still unable to fully recover from his thoughts. He was still unable to react to the worrisome look on Lan Shi Ling's face.

"Are you okay?" Although she was clear about Leng Xinhao's words, Lan Shi Ling didn't want to pull on his wound. It seemed like her mother wasn't by his side. Otherwise, she wouldn't even worry about her mother leaving in her dreams.

"I'm fine." When he saw where he was standing, Leng Xinhao regained his previous coldness. He pushed away Lan Shi Ling's hand that was stretched out to wipe his sweat with an expressionless face. He didn't need her concern. She was just an unfamiliar teacher. That kind of warmth was just an illusion. It was just for his own salary.

"Where are you going?" Rich... Little friend Leng Xinhao. " When she saw Leng Xin's frown, Lan Shiling, who had originally wanted to address him as such, immediately changed her words.

He didn't know why, but the child who was originally fine had suddenly returned to the appearance of that little adult. He jumped off the bed and walked out without looking back.

"Thank you for your hospitality. I'll be going now." The courteous but distant Leng Xinhao nodded to Lan Shiling, saying, "Goodbye, Professor Lan."

"I'll take you back. You don't know the way." Lan Shi Ling hurriedly followed and stopped him. She extended her hand and grabbed his right hand. It was getting dark and not safe for a child like him to be alone on the road.

"No need, I know the way, please go back." As if he was talking to a stranger, Leng Xinhao retracted his hand and refused Lan Shi Ling's company. Following his memories, he walked out of Lan Shi Ling's house, stopped a car at the side of the road, and got in.

Lan Shi Ling was worried. She followed behind him. She watched him get into the car, then she stopped a car and followed closely behind. After seeing Leng Xinhao get off the car, he also got off the car and followed him towards the Leng Residence.

It was only when she saw Leng Xinhao enter the Leng Clan's main entrance that Lan Shi Ling finally relaxed and walked back home.

It was as if her heart was tightly tied to that child's body, wanting to be by his side at all times. She wanted to know if he was full, or warm, or happy, or happy.

It had never happened before. Lan Shi Ling thought about how a six year old child should be mature and should be as mature as an adult. Should she be happy that such a child was very obedient and smart, or should she pity such a child losing the innocent joy and smile that such a child should have?

Walking on the road in silence, Lan Shiling felt that she had experienced more and more complicated things than she had in the past few years. First, he was forcefully seized by that beast that seemed to know him, and then he had a different feeling towards that child. It was as if they had known each other for a long time, and they were a family. What was he doing now?

"Young master, you're back." Mo Yuan and Leng Xiao were in the study room discussing some matters about the company when they heard the report from the servant. Under Leng Xiao's instructions, Mo Yuan came downstairs.

Leng Xinhao glanced at Mo Yuan. In this house, other than Mo Yuan, no one else would catch his eyes, not even Leng Xiao. The reason was because Mo Yuan would separate the women beside Leng Xiao, unless they were people ordered by Leng Xiao.

"Do you need me to make you dinner?" Have you eaten? "

Leng Xinhao pursed his lips and nodded, "I didn't eat. Go and prepare some food, I'll be back later …" "No, just bring it to my room."

Mo Yuan followed his line of sight and saw Leng Xiao standing upstairs, staring coldly at him. However, only Mo Yuan could see the concern in his eyes.

"Sure, bring it here immediately." Things between the father and son weren't things that they could help settle. It was better to do things within their own responsibilities.

Leng Xinhao walked over quietly, as if he didn't see Leng Xiao.

"Stop, where did you go?" Ever since his son came back, he had never called his father. Even if he tried to talk to him properly, Leng Xinhao would only laugh ironically at this.

"Can you control it? Just take care of your bedmates. " After finishing his sentence, Leng Xinhao entered his room and slammed the door.

Leng Xiao was helpless towards his son's actions. He did not know how to communicate with his son in order to be as sweet as an ordinary father and son.