Zhuo Zhengxiu listened, becoming intrigued by the Ling Clan as well.
After all, in the vast world, there might indeed be some minority tribes hidden deep within generations in the mountains.
As long as his dear grandson An An was fine, he didn't care about anything else.
At this moment, Xu Yingxue returned home to the Xu Family house, barely clinging to life.
The servants quickly helped her in. Seeing her, Father Xu was furious. Orders that had been signed were being cancelled and customers were in a flurry of withdrawals. Their company was on the brink of a financial shortage, teetering on the edge of bankruptcy.
"It's all your fault, a jinx! The company is going bankrupt because of you."
Xu Yingxue gritted her teeth. She managed to survive against all odds and return, yet her father didn't ask her a single thing and was blaming her instead.
Didn't he see the wounds all over her body?
"Master, should we call a doctor to examine the miss first?"
