The boy next to him couldn't help but roll his eyes and complain.

Fan Lisa said dissatisfiedly: "Stinky boy, what do you know? Have you forgotten what happened when we came to my second uncle's house two years ago?"

The boy's face darkened and he thought back to two years ago.

Two years ago, they came to their second uncle's house for the first time, but were driven out by Li Jingling.

The young man clenched his fists and said, "If you have the guts, Li Jingling, kick us out again today!"

Seeing the boy's aggrieved look, Fan Mengqiu immediately comforted him, "Silly child, Jingling will never kick you out again!"

"Second Uncle, we just want to live here like Jingling." Fan Lisa also said softly.

Fan Mengqiu looked at the brother and sister, feeling more and more guilty. He stretched out his arms and took them into his arms. "It's my fault, Second Uncle. I will never let you suffer any injustice again."

Fan Jingling's eyes lit up: "Uncle, I want to live in Jingling's room."

"Okay, Jingling has been living here for more than 20 years, so it's only right that you can stay here." Fan Mengqiu agreed without hesitation.

"Then I'll avoid the hassle and live next door to my sister." The young man also said.

Fan Jingling's eyes turned and she said with a smile, "Yao Ting, you live next door, where does Jingling live?"

"Aren't there a lot of guest rooms? Which one can't she stay in?"

Fan Mengqiu said with a gentle and doting expression: "Okay, okay, Jingling should give in to you!"

…

Li Jingling stared blankly at the scene downstairs. The smile and tenderness on her father's face were something she had never experienced since she was a child.

In her impression, her father was always strict. When had he ever smiled so gently at her?

She was originally going to tell him that something had happened to his mother, but at this moment, the words that were about to come out of her mouth were stuck in her throat.

Li Jingling was a little confused. She quickly closed the door and picked up the phone. Fortunately, the call was still going on.

"I'm sorry, miss, please tell me your address so I can go find my mother. My mother is Li Rui..."

Ruan Qiao and Mo Ye were already walking down the hillside, and a hint of surprise flashed across their faces when they heard this.

"Your mother is Li Rui? The head of the Li family?"

Ruan Qiao asked in surprise, and Mo Ye also looked at her.

Because it was so steep, they used climbing ropes.

"Yes, my mother is the head of the Li family, Li Rui."

Ruan Qiao was silent for a moment, then asked, "Are you Li Jingling?"

"Yes, I'm Li Jingling."

Ruan Qiao said, "Okay, come here by yourself. Don't bring anyone else, and don't tell anyone else. The head of the Li family was murdered, and the only people who can do it are those around her..."

Li Qingling was not a fool. Upon hearing this, she suddenly felt a chill all over her body.

In her mind, the scene she had seen before flashed back: his father was gentle and loving to his nephews and nieces.