They were also worried as a group.
If Master gives Little Master a slap which causes his death, do we give up on Little Master or shoot Master to death?
This was simply a difficult question!
Tong Hua walked up to Ye Ling. In his heart, he was trembling. From the corner of his eye, he saw a hole in the wall. He said silently in his heart, Is our Rose Castle made of paper paste? If it's not made of paper paste, when he throws a punch, I will become minced meat.
Tragically!
However, he appeared very calm. After all, he was an actor.
It was time to test his acting skills.
"Daddy!" Tong Hua shouted sweetly. While the bodyguards were sucking a mouthful of air, a little pink shadow which looked like a lark, pounced into Ye Ling's arms. His voice was so sweet. "Daddy, I miss you so much."
A strong bloody smell came over and interrupted Tong Hua's confession. He sneezed fiercely.
