Ling Ruonan never expected that Luo Ziling actually didn't want to let things go.
This son of hers has quite a ruthless heart.
A newborn calf is not afraid of the tiger.
Ling Ruonan really didn't know how to describe her son, nor did she know how to express her opinion.
"I'll discuss this matter with your grandfather first!" Ling Ruonan felt that Luo Ziling's current thoughts were beyond her imagination.
Her son is too clever, too bold.
This is someone who has been in Yanjing less than a year, if he stays in Yanjing for ten or eight years — surely chaos would ensue.
Or perhaps not chaos, maybe they would have been killed by someone long ago.
Thinking of these things, Ling Ruonan sighed again.
Seeing that it was about time, Ling Ruonan got up and tidied herself up, planning to go over to Ling Mingrui's place for dinner.
Today, Ling Mingrui might not come home for dinner, but he would certainly return in the evening.
