The Charge of Murder Is too Far-fetched

"No, I can give you anything you want, but you must go abroad. This is an order."

Seeing Xu Ling being so willful, dissatisfaction arose in Lee Tianhou's heart. He quickly got up and walked in front of Su Qinglian, and rudely pulled at Xu Ling's small body, "Your brother will definitely help you find it, but, you have to learn it even if you don't, understand?"

A few shallow tear stains hung on Xu Ling's face as he looked at Lee Tianhou face to face. He stubbornly bit his lips and stared at the man in front of him who had always called him his son.

In his memories, there had never been such an image of his father. When he was in the Xi Village, he had always lived a calm and peaceful life with Xu Nian alone, and had never come into contact with anyone from the outside world. To his knowledge, the world was his Xi Village, and Xu Nian was his heaven and earth.