Xuan Ying looked at Lelen. Lelen was a mixed-blood. He was dressed in a fitted black suit. He was young, tall, handsome, and had a deep, three-dimensional face. Behind him was his personal assistant. Every move he made was the gentlemanly and cultured manner of a high-class noble.
This was Mr. Lelen?
So this was Mr. Lelen.
He had really hit the wrong person.
He had actually thought that an old butler was Ling Ling’s..
Xuan Ying suddenly felt as if a knife had stabbed into his heart, turning him into a bloody mess.
He had actually thought of Ling Ling that way last night. He had thought that Ling Ling had been given to him by an old man..
This was Mr. Lelen, her married husband. It seemed that Mr. Lelen was really good to her. She was very happy now.
Xuan Ying turned around and left.
At this time, Mou Mou, who was in Xia Ling’s arms, saw his tall and straight body. He immediately called out in a childish voice, “Daddy! It’s daddy!”
Mou was dancing happily.
