Ye Lu's eyes blurred instantly as tears welled up, her heart filled with extreme suppression and discomfort.
She wanted to go over and comfort him, but her feet were as if frozen, unable to move. Moreover, she didn't dare to; she knew she was not qualified to comfort him.
Just thinking of that figure a moment ago, her heart ached unbearably, feeling utterly ashamed.
At this moment, a burst of headlights flared, and several cars sped to the scene, coming to a swift halt. A dozen or so people leaped out, each armed to the teeth, with Ling Xiu charging at the forefront.
As soon as he jumped out of the car, he shouted loudly.
"Where's Grandpa? Where is he?"
His frantic, sweeping gaze soon caught sight of Ling Yan not far away and then... his eyes shifted and saw the body of Old Ling cradled in Ling Yan's arms.
His voice halted abruptly, stuck in his throat.
His face drained of color, he stood there petrified, gazing fixatedly at the two, no longer moving.
