"Murder?" Mr. Tang was silent for a while, suddenly raised his head, his eyes flickered: "She, is she hurt very badly?"

"Yes!"

"Is it hurt just recently?"

"...Should it be?" Ling Luoyu noticed something was wrong: "Mr. Tang, do you know who it is?"

Mr. Tang nodded heavily: "I may know!"

Ling Luoyu stared curiously, waiting for the answer behind.

But it was Mr. Tang's silence that answered her.

After a long time, he lowered his eyes: "Let's go!"

Ling Luoyu: "..."

This, is this gone? ?

What does this say?

Did you talk about loneliness? !

I thought I could know the sacred murderer!

Unexpectedly, it turned out to be such a result.

"Mr. Tang..."

"Let's go!" Mr. Tang obviously didn't want to say anything to Ling Luoyu, turning around and walking quickly.

Ling Luoyu caught up: "...but the murderer..."

Mr. Tang interrupted her: "If she didn't tell you, there must be a reason for not telling you!"

Ling Luoyu: "..."

She really couldn't figure it out.

What kind of opponent it must be, even Mr. Tang is so taboo, and dare not tell her even the slightest bit of wind.

Mr. Tang was thinking about Mo Xishu, hurried slowly along the way, and soon arrived at her residence.

As soon as he was about to enter the yard, Ling Luoyu stopped him again: "Mr. Tang, I think...I am still necessary. Let me tell you about my grandmother's injury first?!"

Mr. Tang shook her hand away: "What are you worried about?"

"I?"

"You're not worried... After seeing her disfigured or disabled, will I look down on her?"

Ling Luoyu was silent for a moment: "Of course not!"

But it was the silence at this moment that made Mr. Tang understand what she meantthat was what she meant.

This is also understandable. After all, for women, what else can hurt their self-esteem more severely than their physical injuries?

He silently shook his head: "Miss Ling, do you really underestimate my pattern? For some men, the most important thing for a woman is her appearance and posture, but for me, what I need is the soul. The fit, rather than these unnecessarily superficial!"

There was some anger in his voice, and he obviously felt that Ling Luoyu's words were a bit insulting to him.

Turning around, he was about to open the door, but was stopped by Ling Luoyu again.

"Mr. Tang, you have misunderstood. I am not worried about you, but about my grandmother. For women, no one wants their appearance to be impaired. In front of a man who cares about...show, you understand what I mean. Bar?"

Mr. Tang pushed her away again: "Girl, if you think so, then you just underestimate her pattern!"

Seeing him push the door and enter, Ling Luoyu stood there firmly.

After a long time, I blinked my eyes, with some hindsight.

"What do you mean? Why... After a long time, I seem to be the clown?"

Looking at the courtyard again, Ling Luoyu felt that he was a bit redundant at this time.

Thinking that Mo Xuanchen would take a while to see him, he decided to visit Fengchenglin first.

Now, I don't know how this guy is communicating with Lu Ming.

When she arrived at Luming's bedroom, she changed her face, changed her clothes, dressed up as a fat old woman, hobbled on her bucket and walked to the backyard while watering the flowers.