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Old madam? Leng Quan Ling turned her head and immediately understood that Bai Jiran and Bai Lihua's mother had asked her to go.

Was this the sign of seeing his mother-in-law? There was an uneasy rhythm in her heart.

Leng Quan Ling nodded her head, she turned around and took out a plain qipao from the wardrobe and changed. She tidied up her hair, trying to give people a clean feeling.

Usually, when they went to eat, they would not feel so. But today, a servant was bringing them to the main hall. It felt like this road was exceptionally long. Many of the servants who passed by looked at her strangely and began to whisper among themselves.

Although she ate in the dining room every day, this was the first time she actually came to the main hall of the mansion.

The entire hall was magnificent, with all the luxury that it possessed. It was likely that even the best decorations of the Yakie Hotel would pale in comparison.

In the middle of the hall was a white European sofa, with a heavy vermilion carpet on the black marble floor. Above the carpet was a huge hanging chandelier, and each crystal was exuding a unique beauty.

There was a well-dressed woman sitting in the middle of the room. She had her hands folded in her lap, obviously waiting for someone. Bai Wuya, whom he hadn't seen for days, was also here. He still had the same cold face and was looking down at the military cap in his hand while gently touching the badge on it.

Looking at this scene, the cold spring spirit felt that something was amiss.

"Good old madam, good young Marshal, I am Leng Quan Ling."

Just as he approached, Leng Quan Ling was the first to announce herself, she had to be extremely careful with her every move.

"Kneel."

The woman in front of him cast her gaze on the cold spring spirit's face, glancing at it indifferently, before she spoke.

Although his voice was not loud nor did it carry any emotion, it resounded in every corner of the hall with a loud and clear sound.

The cold spring spirit looked down at the black marble and kneeled down without a second word. Looking at the situation, this madame did not seem to want to acknowledge her. Instead, she seemed to have come to denounce her for her crimes.

"I'm Meng Yujun. I'm the owner of the Commander's Mansion. You'd better get to know me."

Meng Yujun was sizing up the cold spring spirit, and her tone became deeper.

Leng Quan Ling remained kneeling there without uttering a word. She had always lowered her head to look at the light reflected from the chandelier that reflected off the marble floor. She truly did not have a better idea in her heart.

"I heard that a few days ago, you were secretly meeting a man in a villa in the Commander's Estate. Is that true?" She did not like to beat around the bush.

Private guy? Cold Spring Spirit was stunned. She had thought of several crimes to condemn him, but did not expect them to be this.

The marshal's residence was heavily guarded, so where did this man get her to meet him in private?

"No, no man has ever entered my villa, let alone a private meeting." The Cold Spring Spirit looked up and explained loudly.

This matter was not a joke. She and Bai Que were one and the same, and the water quality of a flower was another matter.

"Are you sure no man has ever entered your cottage?" Meng Yujun laughed coldly as he asked again.

"Yes." Cold Spring nodded affirmatively. She was not afraid of the shadow.

Meng Yujun looked at the Cold Spring Spirit and suddenly raised his head and shouted, "Young Master!" "Ling'er!"

The next second, Ling'er came running in. Without saying anything further, she kneeled down and immediately said:

"Indeed, there was a man who entered the villa. That morning, Miss Leng was waiting at the entrance, and I was wondering who she would know. Then I saw her welcome a man, and they went into the room to support me. That man stayed in Miss Leng's room for two hours, and even took off his coat …"