Yang Yiting sighed. "Go back to the house to accompany him after finishing the affairs here, and tell my foster father that I will come to see him after I have dealt with the affairs here."
"Yes, my lady." Seeing Yang Yiting's tired expression, Mo Ye opened his mouth to persuade her to take a rest, but in the end he didn't say anything. He just nodded and turned to leave. His vigorous figure soon disappeared into the boundless world of the night.
The little girl, Hong Ling, helped Yang Yiting to the main courtyard room, with deep hatred on her delicate little face. "That slut Qing Luo, I will slap her hard when I see her, Miss. Sister Lu Zhu died so tragically, you must not let her go free, my lady."
If it wasn't for the lady's order to keep Qing Luo's life temporarily, she really wanted to go to the prison now and stab that bitch in the chest, so that she could also taste the pain that Sister Lu Zhu suffered.
