Things that should not be wished for should not be dwelt upon, especially concerning someone he had protected for 15 years.
Li Zishen, you are not worthy!
Leng Lingxiao thought to himself and his gaze swept over to a nearby area, where two suspicious-looking property staff were trimming flowers and plants between the buildings.
He knew those must be Li Zishen's men.
Just before Tang Xiaowan had arrived, there had been only one person nearby; now that he and Tang Xiaowan had stepped out together, another had appeared.
"Wow, Huahua, this car is so cool!"
"It's yours," Leng Lingxiao said, sitting in the car and smiling at Tang Xiaowan.
The car had been delivered just that morning. It was grand and bold, and in every aspect—whether it was the color or the model—it was all chosen according to Tang Xiaowan's past preferences.
"Thanks for the gesture, I truly appreciate it, but I don't need it!"
