This is a little boy! How could she always space out and treat him like an adult?
Perhaps this four-year-old child was just too unlike a child!
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Ling Tian'ao's car stopped at the Ling Family's front door, no, it should be said, his own front door.
Yet he stormed in, gun in hand, with an imposing air.
As soon as they saw the eldest young master had returned, the guards dared not stop him.
But seeing the eldest young master holding a gun, with murder in his eyes, instinctively, they all stepped forward.
"Young master..." the guards had just stepped forward.
"Anyone who doesn't want to die, get the hell away from me!" Ling Tian'ao roared furiously.
Where would any guard dare to come forward after that?
Ling Tian'ao strode into the living room, only to see Ling Yue and his mother, Cui Shuli.
"Tian'ao..." As soon as Cui Shuli saw Ling Tian'ao, she quickly pulled her son closer and watched Ling Tian'ao defensively.
