However, what responded to him was the faces of the two people turning away from each other and the decisive backs.
The last trace of pride on Yu Zian's face collapsed. His delicate face was filled with shame and anger, his thin lips moved slightly, and there was a faint feeling of moisture in the corners of his eyes.
Time seems to have stood still at this moment.
The corners of Ling Luo's lips were slightly raised, and her eyes were extremely clear. With an attitude of appreciation, she watched the seventh young master who had been clamoring in front of her all day slowly bend his noble knees until he completely knelt in front of her.
"I...Yu Zian." The proud seventh young master took a deep breath, blinked his eyes, and tried hard to suppress the moisture in the corners of his eyes from getting more and more. "I, Yu Zian, was wrong. I'm sorry.
Miss Ling San."
It was obviously a very simple sentence, but Yu Zian seemed to have used all his strength to say it.
Ling Luo watched this scene, the curve of her lips became deeper and deeper, her eyes narrowed slightly, as dark as a dangerous beast, her thin lips moved slightly, and she uttered two words: "Very good."
Yu Zian's eyelids drooped slightly, and a tear condensed on his eyelashes, which were not long. They were tears of shame.
"Seventh brother, seventh brother, get up." Yu Zilan finally couldn't stand it anymore, felt sorry for his younger brother, and stepped forward to support him.
Yu Zi'an was like a fallen rooster, his bones softened, with tears on his face, leaning on the sister who loved him the most.
At the end, he couldn't bear it anymore, stretched out his arms, hugged Yu Zilan's body, and started to cry loudly.
Yu Mingshen looked at this unfulfilled young son and felt that his old face had been completely lost, but he also felt distressed. In the end, all the emotions turned into a heavy sigh.
"General Ling, Yu made you laugh, please take my leave."
Yu Ming clasped his fists deeply, took his two children, and turned around to leave Ling Mansion.
The entire banquet hall was peaceful again.
Ling Zhan was sitting in a high position. Although there was a smile on his old face, he was more worried.
"What happened to grandpa? Why do you keep sighing? Aren't you happy?" Ling Luo was very confused.
"I'm happy, of course I'm happy." Ling Zhan's eyes filled with years of wisdom were unusually clear and he said in a deep voice, "But Luo'er, you've forced Yu Zian into a corner. I'm afraid there will be more disputes in the future."
"Not afraid." Ling Luo said with a smile, "I will beat him once when he comes, and I will teach him twice when he comes twice."
Looking at that young and confident face, the worry on Ling Zhan's face gradually faded away. He was already old, and this world was a world for young people.
"There are still two months until the winter entrance exam of Jiulan College. Luo'er, you have to step up your training." Ling Zhan did not forget to remind him, "Although our Ling family has obtained three admission places, if our own strength is too weak,
, even if you enter the academy, you will still be laughed at."
Ling Luo nodded and said with a smile: "Grandpa, you can rest assured that Luo'er was upgraded to an eighth-level warrior last night."
"Seriously?" Ling Zhan was overjoyed and stood up suddenly.
The smile on Ling Luo's face became even stronger and she said, "Of course it's true."
Just as she was about to say something, she heard a commotion outside the banquet hall, and a thin female voice came from faintly.
"Let me see grandpa!"
"Can you please let me go in and see grandpa? Please, just for a moment!"
Although it was not clear, Ling Luo could still hear the unique voice of her vicious eldest sister.
In the blink of an eye, Ling Yue's voice became clearer and clearer. When Ling Luo turned around, he saw Ling Zichang holding Ling Yue at the door of the banquet hall.