Ling Feng walked slowly into the door, his head bowed, standing still, afraid to look at his sister.
"Do you still have the face to come back? Why didn't you sell yourself? 500 million, where can you find that? You've got some nerve, owing 500 million, what are you going to do now? How are you going to come up with so much money? Did you sell yourself?"
Facing the furious Qingwu, Ling Feng still kept his head down.
"Speak up, it's okay if you don't talk," Qingwu shouted again.
Ling Feng was at a loss for words, what could he say at this moment? The mistake had already been made, there was no turning back, if he hadn't heard the news of his father fainting, he wouldn't have come back.
Footsteps sounded outside, the butler supporting Ling Mu walked in.
Seeing Ling Mu, Ling Feng looked up worriedly and asked, "Dad..." Seeing his father's pale face, Ling Feng felt a guilt so intense he wished he could die.
