Once, he had destroyed the Leng Family's most beloved child, but now, his own most cherished grandson had been utterly devastated by that same child. Was this retribution? He himself didn't know.
He sighed slowly.
"Take good care of the young master," he instructed faintly, and Ou Mingde turned to walk outside.
The whole night had passed, yet he had received no message from Qiao Qi. Presumably, things had taken a turn for the worse.
It seemed that this time, he would have to take action himself. Whether it would be fortune or calamity, one could not avoid it; he would wait and see.
...
The Leng Family, except for Qin Shiran, had probably all stayed up the entire night.
