C15 Murderer

Before Father Ling could finish what he wanted to say, the teacup in Ling Hao's hands fell to the ground with a clatter.

"Dad, what were you saying just now?"

Ling Hao ran in front of his father and asked loudly. Although he heard it clearly, he still couldn't believe his ears.

Mo Xue, who was kneeling at the side, had long been scared pale by Father Ling's words