aw the scar on his arm, her heart skipped a beat. She wanted to say something else, but hesitated.What did he experience before he met herWas it a time of swords and gunsDayin said that their father w..."For things like this, you have to see it to believe it. I tell you, you wouldn't believe it." Lian Huasheng said seriously.

Tong Yimò glanced at Lian Huasheng, then unconsciously looked at Leng Yeshen.

Leng Ye Chen slightly frowned, a trace of indifference flitted across his handsome face, indicating that he didn't know what was going on either.

"Come on, don't dawdle! Let's go! If we're any later, we might miss a good show!" Lian Huasheng urged, then led the way ahead.

Tong Yimo and Leng Yeshen looked at each other for a moment, then walked side by side behind Lian Huasheng.

However, as the three of them were passing through the corridor, the butler rushed over, panting, and bowed to Leng Yechen. "Young Master, I found you here! I've been looking for you everywhere! It's... the old master asked me to call you to the living room."

"Guest living room! Did we have guests" Leng Ye asked with displeasure.

At this time of day, who would possibly come to visit

"Indeed! It seems like three guests have come from Binjiang City!" the butler nodded in response.

Seeing this, Lianhua quickly pushed his hands away and said, "Acheng, you should go see Grandfather Leng and the guests with the butler right now! I'll take Yimo."

Cold Night Chen glanced at Lian Hua Sheng, and unintentionally, when he looked at Tong Yi Mo again, he saw that Tong Yi Mo was turning her face towards the corridor outside.

Her heart, it seemed, was truly not with him, because she simply didn't care about anything he did.

Leng Ye Shen dimmed and sadly retracted his gaze, leaving with the butler.

Lianhua cast a glance at Tong Yimo and said with a hint of meaning, "Yimo, if your husband were to cheat on you, what would you do"

But Tong Yimò let out a "poof" and laughed, "Daying wouldn't cheat!"

"Do you really trust your husband that much" Lian Hua flushed with shame.

Tong Yimo smiled confidently and nodded.

Even Lian Huasheng was too lazy to explain more to Tong Yimo, instead continuing to walk forward on his own.

When I get there, let's see how she "slaps herself in the face"! Humph!

Lianhua Sheng hummed in his heart.

Tong Yimo followed behind, not knowing why.

Two people walked out of the corridor one after the other, entering a water pavilion. At the other end of the water pavilion, Leng Zhuxiang was carrying a pet handbag and walked over here.

Seeing the cold and bleak scenery by himself, Lian Hua couldn't help but wonder.

Isn't this man having a secret rendezvous with Ji Siyan

"Xiao Wei!" Just as Lian Huasheng was puzzled, Tong Yimo brushed past him and ran straight to Leng Zhujing.

When Lian Huasheng came to his senses, he saw Tong Yimo already standing before Leng Zhujing with a radiant smile.

"Who was that just now" Tong Yimo asked impatiently.

Then, Leng Zhuling gently held up the pet carrier in her hand and brought it before Tong Yimo, saying softly, "Open it and have a look."

"What is this" Tong Yimo lowered her eyes slightly, pulling open the zipper of the pet handbag with a curious face.

"Woo—woo—" A tiny white puppy poked its head out of the zipper of a pet handbag.

"So cute!" Tong Yimo was filled with joy. Just as she couldn't help but want to take the puppy out, who knew that the puppy suddenly "popped" and jumped out of the pet handbag.

Under the cool afternoon sun, Leng Zhujing instinctively reached out to stop it, but she was too late. The little white dog, like a snowball of pure white fluff, bounced forward with joyous leaps.

"Eh! Little one, don't run away!" Tong Yimo cried out, and then chased after him.

Seeing the scene, Leng Zhui couldn't help but smile and had to run after them.

Two people chased after the little white dog, running away one after the other, leaving Lian Huasheng standing there dumbfounded.

What What's going on here

Lianhua Sheng is completely an enigma.

Cold Family Manor, Guest Hall.

Grandfather Cold, Leng Yanting, was sitting on the main seat. To his left sat季思妍's parents, and to his right sat季思妍and Leng Yeshen.

Season Siyan's parents looked up at Old Master Leng Yanting with smiles on their faces, chatting happily. Season Siyan herself sat upright, like a proper young lady of a good family, with a faint smile playing on her lips.

Cold Night, Sichen's face turned sour, his sword brows furrowed.

"Woof—Woof—" Suddenly, a sound of a puppy's barking came from outside the door.

As people in the living room turned to see the sound, a small white dog ran in.

Before anyone could react, the little white dog "whooshed" and jumped onto Leng Ye Chen's thigh.

In the cold night, he saw a collar on the neck of the puppy. There was even a name tag on the collar. He gently lifted the puppy's head and looked at the name tag on its collar.

Directly engraved: Xiaoi.

On the back it was engraved: Little Wei loves MoMo.

"Little thing you..." Tong Yimo followed directly from the front door.

As soon as she crossed the threshold, she stopped short just outside it, staring in astonishment at the elderly Lord Leng Yanting sitting majestically in the main hall.

"Grandpa, Grandpa…" Tong Yimo awkwardly called out.

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