Chapter 178

Chapter 178

(Timeline, the day Gray Tail got married.)

Inside the lively and beautiful little villa, the air was filled with the joy of the wedding ceremony. As night gradually fell, the guests slowly departed.

Cang Ling was also about to turn and leave when Gray Tail's voice came from behind: "Knife Scar Face Uncle."

"What is it?" Cang Ling turned around. He had at least tidied himself up today, wearing a black suit. His naturally curly hair, usually disheveled like it had been struck by lightning past his ears, was now neatly combed and parted in the middle. His rugged features and calm, sea-like gaze made him look sophisticated, a far cry from his usual slovenliness.

After the fallen Wolfman's attack on Nanfeng Courtyard, the younger wolf pack members all knew that Knife Scar Face Uncle was a formidable pure brown Wolfman.

Thus, his tousled deep brown hair, hanging past his ears like it had been deliberately dyed, usually covered the scar on his brow and his weathered gaze when left untended.

If you stared at his face intently, you would feel a slight jolt.

Gray Tail, dressed in a white suit with a flower on his lapel, still had a hint of youthful innocence on his handsome face that had yet to fade. As the saying goes, "a joyous occasion brightens the spirit," and this young Wolfman exuded more charm than usual.

"Uncle..." Gray Tail pursed his lips, his tone serious. "Thank you."

Cang Ling raised an eyebrow, as if surprised that the brat had suddenly become sensible.

"I will remember you," Gray Tail said, then added, "Alcohol is not good, drink less of it." Without waiting for a response, he turned and left.

Cang Ling let out a mocking laugh and said, "Kid, live well and listen to your wife."

Gray Tail didn't turn back but said, "I know."

Cang Ling didn't mind and chuckled as he turned to leave.

At the moment he turned, his gaze fell on the distance, and he paused.

A short-haired woman in a black dress was bidding farewell to the bride, laughing heartily with a charming and handsome expression on her face.

After all, she was the bride's sister, bearing some resemblance.

If the bride was beautiful and gentle like water, then her sister was beautiful and sharp like a blade.

The short-haired woman seemed to sense someone's gaze and looked over. Cang Ling instinctively turned his head away, his hair covering his face. For some reason, the usually composed man appeared flustered at that moment.

"Sister Dao, drive slowly, or should we give you a ride?" someone asked.

"I haven't had a drink, it's fine," Sister Dao replied with a joke that made Zhou Ziyou blush. Then Sister Dao got into the driver's seat and drove off.

Cang Ling stood there for a few seconds before walking away, his steps suddenly feeling heavier.

His memory flashed back to when he was in his pure wolf form, crouched on the lawn as she stroked his head and gently said, "Cang, this is my sister. You can't bite her."

Her mother hugged her, crying, "I told you not to drive! You never listen to me. You're all going to be the death of me!"

Dao's elder brother spoke up, "No driving for a year."

However, Dao Luo seemed lost in thought and asked, "Mom, who sent me to the hospital?"

Her daughter had just been injured, yet she asked this question first. Dao's Mom replied impatiently, "The ambulance! Who else did you think?"

"Then... who called the ambulance?"

Dao's Mom immediately said, "That's right, we should thank the kind person who did that."

Dao Luo's expression grew pensive. At that moment, she thought she had heard someone approach the car and stare at her, calling her childhood nickname.

That voice sounded familiar, making her feel uneasy.

"Mom, did my second sister..."

"She was asleep at that hour. Do you think she drives herself like you?"

"I meant, did she not remember anything?"

Dao's Mom's expression changed slightly. "What could she possibly remember? There's nothing. Don't mention such nonsense and disturb her."

"How could I disturb her? I can barely protect her."

She just...

She suddenly remembered something.

"Hey, where's my phone?"

"Didn't anyone pick it up for me at the scene?"

Dao Luo remembered that at the moment of the car accident, her phone seemed to have flown out.

And at the quiet forest edge, Cang Ling was about to leave. Someone had towed away the crashed car and cleaned up the scene. The kid should be okay. He was about to teleport away when

a phone ring suddenly went off.

It wasn't his.

His gaze fell upon the bushes ahead, and he walked over.

On the flashing phone screen, the caller ID read "Sister".