Passing through the crowd, Yang Ling walked to the opposite side of Feng Qiusong, standing calmly but as steady as Mount Tai, as unshakable as a pine or cypress.
"Yang Ling?" Feng Qiusong was slightly startled, looked at him in surprise, and said, "What do you mean?"
"You will naturally know in the future." Yang Ling said calmly.
Feng Qiusong frowned, snorted coldly, and said: "It seems that I shouldn't let you go last time. Yang Ling, are you qualified to play with me? I tell you, if I want to kill you, I will crush you to death."
As simple as an ant."
"Really? Do you believe it or not, I won't let you out of this door now?" Yang Ling's voice became colder.
In an instant, it seemed as if the air had solidified instantly, making people feel that breathing became heavy.
Those who didn't know Yang Ling also looked at him in surprise, secretly curious about his identity. He dared to talk to Feng Qiusong like this. This was tantamount to seeking death.
However, the next scene surprised them.
When he came into contact with Yang Ling's cold eyes, and thinking of Yang Ling's performance that night in the club, Feng Qiusong couldn't help but feel a chill in his heart. He trembled unconsciously and took two shaky steps back.
He knew very well that if Yang Ling really wanted to do this, it would be really difficult for him to leave here.
Taking a deep breath, Feng Qiusong mustered up his courage and said, "I don't believe you dare to do this."
"Do you want to try it?" Yang Ling looked at him proudly.
"I don't share your understanding. Our mountains will remain green and our waters will flow forever. We'll see."
A good man does not suffer immediate losses, and Feng Qiusong did not want to really cause any trouble, so he turned around and left.
"Wait a minute." Yang Ling shouted sharply.
Feng Qiusong stopped and turned to look at him, frowning, "What else do you want to do?"
"Mr. Feng doesn't understand the rules, but I have to understand. Today is Mr. Li's funeral. Since you are here, you can be considered a guest. Come forward and salute, as if you are apologizing to Mr. Li." Yang Ling said coldly.
Then, he glanced at the people following Feng Qiusong and said: "You are the same. Mr. Li will remember you before his death, but you are so unkind and unjust, which is really chilling. Facing Mr. Li's portrait,
Don’t you feel ashamed, don’t you feel ashamed?”
How could those people dare to speak? They all lowered their heads. Perhaps they had a guilty conscience and felt guilty.
At this point, Feng Qiusong had no choice but to step forward and bow. The rest of the people followed suit.
He originally wanted to take advantage of Li Chenfeng's funeral to show off his power, but Yang Ling's sudden appearance unexpectedly made him lose face. Feng Qiusong's heart was naturally full of hatred.
"Yang Ling, let's see, you will regret what you just said." Feng Qiusong snorted angrily, waved his hand, turned around and strode away.
"Why did you let him go just now? As long as you say a word, I will rush forward without hesitation and kill him to avenge Mr. Li." Ye Ai glared at Feng Qiusong's back and said angrily.
"What can you do if you kill him now? Besides, today is Mr. Li's funeral, do you think this is okay? Wait, there will be a chance in the future, let him be proud for two days first." Yang Ling comforted.
Although Ye Ai is still angry, he can't say anything else. Besides, what Yang Ling said is not wrong. After all, today is Li Chenfeng's funeral. We can't see blood at his funeral, and let him go without peace of mind.
Bar?
"Is he the one who killed my father?" Li Xiyu looked at Yang Ling and asked.
"Yeah." Yang Ling nodded silently and responded.
"I want you to leave him to me, and I will kill him with my own hands." Li Xiyu's eyes were full of murderous intent, and he was extremely determined.
Yang Ling couldn't help but be stunned and looked at her in surprise.
"What? You don't want to?" Li Xiyu asked.
"You are not a charlatan, so it's better not to get involved in this kind of charade. Besides, if something happens to you, what will your adoptive parents do if you ask them to adopt you? They have always regarded you as their biological daughter, and you don't want them to be sad, right?
Yang Ling advised.
Turning around to look at Li Jingshang and Zhou Hui sitting beside them, Li Xi was speechless.
Indeed, they have never treated me badly, so how can I selfishly let them worry about me?
"Don't think too much. Let's deal with Mr. Li's funeral with peace of mind first." Yang Ling patted Li Xiyu and said softly.
Li Xiyu silently nodded in response and said no more words.
"We have guests arriving..."
At this time, the master of ceremonies' voice sounded.
Yang Ling turned around and saw Zhou Jingfeng and Yu Meng slowly walked in.
Yang Ling returned to his seat and sat down.
"You have to be careful about Feng Qiusong. He is not as open and aboveboard as Li Chenfeng. You have to be more careful with him." Hu Rong reminded.
"I know, don't worry, I don't take Feng Qiusong seriously yet." Yang Ling nodded slightly to express his gratitude.
Having said that, Yang Ling did not dare to take Feng Qiusong lightly.
If Feng Qiusong had no ability or courage, how could he possibly solve Li Chenfeng? How could he have so many people following him?
After the family thanked them, Zhou Jingfeng and Yu Meng came over and sat next to Hu Li and Yang Ling respectively.
"Brother Yang." Zhou Jingfeng nodded slightly.
"Mr. Zhou." Yang Ling returned the greeting and smiled slightly.
Without saying much, Zhou Jingfeng turned to talk softly with Hu Li.
Yang Ling didn't listen carefully and didn't know what they were talking about. He turned to look at Yu Meng and asked in a low voice: "Why are you here?"
"Li Chenfeng and I have gotten to know each other, so how could we not come? Are you not welcome?" Yu Meng said.
After being slightly stunned, Yang Ling smiled awkwardly and said, "How could that be?"
Yu Meng didn't say anything. He looked at Hu Li and looked at her carefully. He didn't know what he was thinking. They had met downstairs in the Third World Group and knew that Hu Li was Yang Ling's boyfriend. They saw them again.
Being so affectionate made Yu Meng feel somewhat sad.
Furthermore, seeing that she and Zhou Jingfeng were chatting happily and seemed very close, she was naturally curious about their relationship. And the respect Zhou Jingfeng showed for Hu Li made Yu Meng even more curious about her identity.
It's just that Yu Meng's mood and anger are beyond expression, so it's hard to detect.
Hu Li seemed to feel Yu Meng's gaze, stopped talking to Zhou Jingfeng, turned to look at her, smiled slightly, "Miss Yu, we meet again."
"Yes." Yu Meng agreed.
"Yang Ling works at Sanshi Group. Isn't it a little troublesome for you? Miss Yu needs a lot of care. My little sheep is sometimes too straight and can't turn around when talking, but she is still very nice." Hu Li said.
Zhongji tried his best to show his affection towards Yang Ling, and held his arm while talking.
Yang Ling smiled helplessly.
Zhou Jingfeng on the side seemed to have seen some clues, and there was a meaningful smile on the corner of his mouth. He turned his head and pretended he saw nothing.
"Miss Hu, you're welcome. It's Yang Ling who helped me a lot." Yu Meng responded with a smile.