Ling Zhenghui finally sat back on the chair. He did not answer Ling Haijun's question, but said meaningfully: "It seems that the situation inside is very complicated. The Yang family is actually mixed up with the descendants of the Ling family, and they are boyfriend and girlfriend. This is really interesting."

"Dad, what's going on?" Ling Haijun, who was attracted by the curiosity in his heart, couldn't help but be anxious, "Dad, are you going to talk about this with me?"

"I don't know what's going on," Ling Zhenghui sighed and said seriously: "You can't tell anyone about this, do you know?"

"Why?"

"This matter is unusual," Ling Zhenghui's expression became more serious. "This kid's matter is important. If you yell everywhere and cause trouble for your family, you and I will be doomed. I want to find an opportunity to ask your grandfather and your grandfather. If they know about this, we can't say it, and don't mess with this kid; if they don't know, then let them know."

"Dad, what's wrong?" Ling Haijun became even more confused. "Is this kid really that important?"

"It is related to the grievances between the Ling Yang families," Ling Zhenghui did not intend to say more, but warned Ling Haijun again, "No matter how he treats you, don't cause trouble for him. In the future, try to stay away from him as much as possible. If you provoke him, it will not only anger Ling Ruonan, but also make the old men angry, and the unlucky ones in the end will be the father and son. Remember?"

"Dad, remember," Ling Haijun had no choice but to agree in a depressed manner.

But he was also glad that the conflict with Luo Ziling did not become more intense, otherwise things would be really troublesome.

Ling Haijun knew that although his father Ling Zhenghui had always been dissatisfied with Ling Ruonan, he would only dare to whisper in private if he was dissatisfied and never dared to reveal it in front of others. In the Ling family, Ling Zhenghui and Ling Ruonan were far behind, and they were not at the same level at all.

As a grandson, Luo Ziling is also much taller than his grandson, the other side.

But when he thought of being "bullified" by Luo Ziling several times and being beaten by Luo Ziling, he couldn't help but feel depressed.

"Remember what my father said just now," Ling Zhenghui once again gave Ling Haijun a serious reminder before leaving the room.

"What's wrong?" Seeing that her husband's expression was a little wrong, Li Lanying came forward curiously and asked, "What happened?"

"Nothing." Ling Zhenghui knew that his wife had too much mouth and couldn't hide anything in her heart, so he didn't dare to tell her.

Li Lanying knew what happened, but her husband didn't say it, and she was too lazy to ask.

After Yang Qingyin got into the car, she smiled and said to Luo Ziling: "Your uncle and your cousin must be talking about things related to you."

"My uncle?" Luo Ziling didn't react at once.

The title of uncle felt too strange in his heart.

Not only is the uncle unfamiliar, but also the names of father and mother are very unfamiliar because he has never called it out.

"The one next to Ling Haijun is his father Ling Zhenghui, your mother's cousin, and naturally your uncle, but the relationship is a little further away." When talking about Ling Ruonan, Yang Qingyin sighed slightly in his heart.

Luo Ziling thought about it and nodded: "It's true. Ling Haijun, who almost fought, should be my cousin."

"If I guess correctly, Ling Zhenghui will definitely recognize you," Yang Qingyin smiled helplessly, "Do you want to chat with them later?"

Luo Ziling shook his head: "I haven't even seen my parents before, so the others should not be seen for the time being. If my mother doesn't meet me, it will be even more inconvenient for others to see you."

"When you come here to play, you will actually meet so many people you know," Yang Qingyin shook his head and smiled bitterly: "Maybe you will meet other people you know in the next day."

"Don't want to play here anymore?"

"Let's watch it after playing today." Yang Qingyin smiled embarrassedly at Luo Ziling.

Luo Ziling didn't say anything else.

Because it was drizzling, the trip to Liushugou was not very enjoyable. In addition, the National Day holiday has begun, and there are many people in the Liushugou scenic area, so they did not feel the warmth and romance they expected.

However, Luo Ziling's enthusiasm and cheerfulness still infected Yang Qingyin, and she had no regrets.

"Senior sister, my clothes are a little wet, are you cold?" When she walked out of the Liushugou scenic area, Luo Ziling asked Yang Qingyin with great concern.

It was raining lightly in the morning. Although the two of them were holding umbrellas and Luo Ziling asked Yang Qingyin to wear his windbreaker, they were still a little wet. Especially Yang Qingyin's shoes were a mess.

Seeing Yang Qingyin's appearance, Luo Ziling felt a little embarrassed.

"It's okay," Yang Qingyin smiled and shook her head, "You are wetter than me, so be careful of catching a cold!"

"I hope I get sick on this trip so that my senior sister will take care of me by my side," Luo Ziling looked proud, "I am so happy to have a beautiful woman by my side."

"Hmph, I don't want to take care of you," Yang Qingyin snorted, "Who told you to be like a big stupid cow?"

"I'm a big stupid bull?" Luo Ziling was immediately amazed and crying.

"Yes, I'm so stupid," Yang Qingyin said, giggling and running away.

During the tour this morning, the two did not take many photos because it was inconvenient on rainy days, which made Yang Qingyin and Luo Ziling very regretful.

They decided to throw away the umbrella in the afternoon and risk getting wet, and also take more photos to leave more memories for this trip.

But after lunch, things changed silenced.

While preparing to stroll at another attraction, Yang Qingyin received a call from her father Yang Yunlin.

"Go home right away, I have important things to talk to you." Yang Yunlin ordered Yang Qingyin in an emotional tone on the phone, "Come back now, you can get home before dinner, I'll wait for you at home."

"Dad, what happened?" Yang Qingyin has always been loved by her father Yang Yunlin. Every time Yang Yunlin calls her, she looks in a doting tone. Today's call is unusual, and Yang Qingyin feels a bad feeling in her heart.

"Let's talk about it when you come back," Yang Yunlin didn't explain anything on the phone, but just said solemnly: "Come back now and go home for supper."

Yang Qingyin was silent for a while before answering: "Okay, then I'll be back later."

Yang Yunlin on the other end of the phone was silent for a moment, and then said softly: "If possible, bring the classmate you played with."

Yang Yunlin's last words made Yang Qingyin's heart sink to the bottom of the water.
Chapter completed!