"Tang Yi? Is it really him?"
Upon hearing Tang Yi's voice, Zhang Lingyu was stunned, then like a madwoman, she rushed toward Tang Yi, screaming at the top of her lungs, desperately slapping at Tang Yi.
"You bastard Tang, you dare to come back!"
Witnessing the near-collapse of Zhang Lingyu, Tang Yi's eyes were filled with unbearable guilt and compassion.
He had anticipated that the scheme would hurt Zhang Lingyu the most.
However, Tang Yi hadn't expected the hurt to be this deep.
Seeing Zhang Lingyu's despair, Tang Yi finally couldn't hold back any longer. He extended his arms and embraced her, softly comforting her, "Xiaoling, I'm sorry you had to endure this."
"Don't worry, the reason I came today is to promise you that Elder Jiang and the Old Madam are safe and sound."
"What?"
Zhang Lingyu's face was a picture of disbelief as she stared at Tang Yi.
Seven days of sleepless vigil had brought her to the brink of collapse.
