The next morning, Ye Ling and the others left the grasslands. This trip for the wedding dress photoshoot, which unexpectedly turned out to be fraught with danger, was completely unforeseen.
No one knew to what extent the old man who had dominated the northwest for many years was raging after Ye Ling and his party left. Helpless and with eyes wide open, he watched as his only outstanding grandson was killed on the grasslands.
Nor did anyone know that Jiang Xiaobai, after learning about everything, furiously smashed a few pieces of invaluable porcelain.
In Donghai, within Ye Ling's estate, Ye Ling lay leisurely under a parasol, wearing sunglasses, enjoying a rare moment of comfort.
Across from him, in the swimming pool, several women were swimming and frolicking joyfully, the splashes of water adding a cool relief to the scorching summer.
