Princess Against the World

"Miss Ling, I don't know you very well. I don't know whether the girl will agree to my request..."

"tell me the story!"

"What if I want the Mo family?"

"...Mo family?"

"I can see that for people like the girl, the wealth of the Mo family is just a passing cloud and is looked down upon with disdain, but for my Zhou family, it can support too many lives, so I want the Mo family... "

"The Mo family's surname is Mo. As an outsider, how can I make the decision?"

"Whether the girl can make the decision, I can see clearly, and I know it in my heart... If it is a vain attempt, I will not speak!"

"...It makes sense!"

Ling Luoyu nodded thoughtfully, and Zhou Yan's heart also lifted.

"Miss Ling...are you agreeing?"

"Master Zhou has misunderstood again, hasn't he?" Ling Luoyu glanced sideways, the smile in his eyes getting deeper: "What I said is that your words make sense, but I'm really sorry!"

"..."

"I am not qualified to make decisions about the Mo family's affairs! Not to mention that my current identity is only half of the Mo family. Even if I am really the head of the Mo family, I will not agree to such a thing... Because if your Zhou family wants to survive, the Mo family's The people also need to survive..."

"So, there is... no agreement between us?" Zhou Yan sat up straight and turned his wheelchair.

"I can't take charge of the Mo family's affairs, but I am somewhat capable of your affairs, Master Zhou!"

Zhou Yan's wheelchair paused: "Me? Miss Ling is joking, what can happen to me?"

Turning his head, his eyes were a little more ambiguous.

"Could it be that the girl wants to use a beauty trap on me... and wants to commit herself to her?"

"The beauty trap is the most useless tactic, I don't even bother to use it!"

Ling Luoyu lowered his eyes slightly and glanced at the wheelchair.

"This wheelchair belonging to the Zhou family is quite old, isn't it? It can be seen that the craftsman's craftsmanship is skillful, and there are hidden mechanisms and hidden weapons..."

Zhou Yan frowned slightly: "Isn't Miss Ling trying to give me a wheelchair?"

"That's Dingmiao's specialty. I can't do it... What I can do is use it on a wheelchair!"

Lifting his fingertips, Ling Luoyu tapped his leg from afar.

"To be precise, those legs!"

"..."

Except for Feng Chenglin, everyone including Dingmiao took a breath of cold air.

Cheng Xue suspected that she heard wrongly: "You...what did you say?"

She glanced at Zhou Yan. Zhou Yan's face was pale and he seemed to be frightened.

"Miss Ling... tell me, you... can you heal my master's... leg?"

Ling Luoyu was noncommittal: "I can try..."

The word "try" made Zhou Yan's breath sink.

Thinking of something, he suddenly smiled.

"Try... I don't know how many times I have tried on these two legs over the years."

Try it? !

No one knows how much he suffered, how much he suffered, and how much hope he placed on these two words.

But, what’s the result! ?

He is still sitting here, using a wheelchair instead.

Seeing his loss, Ling Luoyu bit his fingertips and said calmly: "There are no absolutes in the world. I am not a god. I can bring the dead back to life. I can guarantee that you can stand up. If the Zhou family leader finds it troublesome, don't try it. Then let’s not try... I thought you were willing to pay any price in order to stand up, but I didn’t expect that I was overthinking it!”

"..."

Zhou Yan's fingers on his legs twitched uncontrollably, and he pinched the blanket covering his legs tightly.