"Mom, what's wrong?" Luo Ziling went over to take the bag from Ling Ruonan's hand and then asked with concern, "Did that little devil bother you?"
"No," Ling Ruonan shook her head, looked at Luo Ziling for a couple of moments, and then gently asked, "Tell me again about what happened in the last incident."
"Mom, did someone tell you that the entire incident was orchestrated by Yang Yunlin?"
"What do you know?" Ling Ruonan's expression became even more solemn.
"I know everything I should know," Luo Ziling said with a wry smile, "There's quite solid evidence proving that it was Yang Yunlin who orchestrated this. He just wanted everyone to misunderstand that this heavily flawed incident was someone else's provocation. He really wants me dead!"
"And yet you're still tangled up with his daughter!" Ling Ruonan's face turned cold, "I heard you're going to the South with Yang Qingyin tomorrow!"
"Mom, he wants me dead, so tricking his daughter is the best revenge, isn't it?"
