C175 Malicious

The next morning, an old scholar with a head full of white hair was sitting outside the Ling Residence. The old scholar sighed and pulled at his beard, frowning.

Ling Yun went out and sat beside the old scholar. He said gently: "Sir?"

"Sigh." The old scholar turned his head and saw Ling Yun's bloodshot eyes. "Are you feeling bad?"

"It's hard