Luo Yingbai’s mind raced through several thoughts. Since Xia Zheng was not Zhu Linya’s biological son, her attitude towards him and the things she used to threaten him were now clear.
Now that Luo Yingbai understood the general situation, he didn’t want to delay. He casually comforted her: “It’s okay, don’t be afraid. Go home first. I’ll go take a look.”
After he finished speaking and was about to leave, Cheng Guangchen, probably pampered since childhood and unable to handle such stimulation, was somewhat incoherent. Grabbing Luo Yingbai’s clothes and crying, she added hatefully: “None of them are good! They all want to harm me! I even saw that little bitch! She must have come to find Xia Zheng and deliberately let me see her, just to provoke me!”
Luo Yingbai asked, “Are you talking about Zhao Meiqi?”
Cheng Guangchen nodded, gritting her teeth.
Luo Yingbai struggled, and seeing that the other party still wouldn’t let go, he directly chopped her neck, knocking her unconscious.
With Cheng Guangchen’s hand still clutching his outer garment, Luo Yingbai took off the clothes and called out, “Cang Ling!”
Cang Ling Yue Yi immediately ran out.
Luo Yingbai said, “Turn around and squat down.”
After Cang Ling Yue Yi complied, Luo Yingbai placed Cheng Guangchen on his back.
Luo Yingbai: “…”
Cang Ling Yue Yi carefully carried her on his back, stood at attention, and looked expectantly at Luo Yingbai.
Luo Yingbai was amused, patted his head, and gave Cheng Guangchen’s home address: “Take her home, then come find me.”
Cang Ling Yue Yi responded and quickly set off.
Luo Yingbai ran towards the abandoned building Cheng Guangchen mentioned.
His steps were fast and light. Stopping at the entrance, he saw it was dark inside, with no lights or windows on the first floor.
Luo Yingbai brushed his fingers across his eyebrow bone, and his beautiful eyes emitted a faint purple light. Everything in the building became clear to him, and he walked in.
The surroundings were unnaturally quiet, but faint traces of yin energy could be felt. Luo Yingbai pressed his body against the wall, moving upstairs, his footsteps silent yet extremely fast.
He ran up three floors, vaguely sensing subtle movement deep in the corridor. The windows were now open, with dim moonlight filtering in.
