Ye Ling's face was deep. He had not gone under the sun for a long time, and his face was pale. It was as if he had no blood. He was way skinnier, and his facial features were getting more refined, yet it still made him look like an enchanting spirit. He looked like a sick yet beautiful man.
Tong Hua cursed inwardly. Mommy must be ignoring him because she thinks that her heart is not strong enough to see his face.
After all, in the eyes of someone who cared about looks, looks were everything.
Any crime could be forgiven!
No wonder he barely saw his young uncle lately. So it turned out that someone was disguising as him. At such an important competition, his uncle who loved crowds had not actually come. Although he had guessed it, he had no evidence. Zhong Ran and Ah Da would not reveal anything as well, but he could somehow sense that his daddy was not dead yet.
Who knew, he had indeed faked his death.
