Ling Lin held onto Bei Shengri's arm tightly, her tear-filled eyes confused, and even her voice trembled slightly.
"He came that day, laughing and joking with us, how could, how could this happen!"
Her head leaned against Bei Shengri's chest, quickly soaking his clothes.
With a sideways glance, she suddenly noticed the Old Madam coming in, and a flash of resentment appeared in Ling Lin's eyes.
She hastily wiped her eyes, stood up abruptly, and walked over to the Old Madam.
The Old Madam was slightly startled by her gaze.
In seconds, Ling Lin had already strode up to the Old Madam, grabbed her shoulders forcefully, and shouted.
"What on earth is going on? Tell me clearly! Why did my son die in the Bei Family?"
"I only left him at your house for a few days, and such a thing happened. How did you protect him?"
Her eyes were bloodshot, enough to scare anyone at first glance.
Lan immediately stepped forward and pushed Ling Lin away.
