Ling Lao probably also knew that Yan Ting wanted to settle the score with her, especially since Yan Ting's capital for making a fortune was not a clean method. In terms of means, Ling Lao admitted that she was no match for him.
In fact, things have come to this point, and Ling Lao is more or less feeling that it is too late to reverse the situation.
She was too confident at the beginning, always thinking that Yan Ting would not amount to anything, so she helped her daughter snatch a man, and secretly attacked Yan Ting's mother and Yan Ting. Who would have thought that Yan Ting was hardly affected at all, and when he grew up, he would drag almost all of them down with him.
So he hid himself more cautiously and didn't even contact his daughter. Even with Yan Ting's blood and hair, Lao Yang could only get sporadic information from time to time.
But Yan Ting has been waiting for so many years, so there is no need to rush.
The little bird grew very fast during this period. It could already fly smoothly by flapping its wings, and it still followed Chu Ci happily all day long.
Raising his hand to chase away the spirit bird that was restlessly jumping around his phone, Yan Ting put down the pen in his hand and looked at his phone.
Chu Ci had just played a game on his phone for a while and was now sitting cross-legged, supporting his chin and watching Yan Ting work.
I can watch it all day long and never get bored.
Yan Ting raised his eyebrows and turned off the phone screen.
Then the phone screen lit up again, and the girl, whose lights were suddenly turned off, raised her hand and waved at him in dissatisfaction, then came out of the phone directly.
She deliberately moved closer to him and breathed on him.
It's already November and December outside, and it's freezing cold. Even with air conditioning and heating, you still feel cold all around.
The little girl was a ghost after all, with a cold aura. She came up to him with such malicious intentions that he couldn't get rid of her, so he had to think of freezing her.
Yan Ting subconsciously leaned back, looked at Chu Ci with a raised eyebrow, and a hint of smile in his eyes.
The little girl was unwilling to get up after a long while. Yan Ting let her make a fuss, but he didn't pay any attention to the documents. He raised his hand to take his mobile phone and flipped through it unconsciously. A push notification automatically popped up on the phone, and he accidentally clicked it.
The sound of the video playing made Yan Ting frown slightly. He was about to turn off the video when he saw the little girl next to him come over and look at the phone curiously.
Her face was almost right next to Yan Ting's, and she could see Chu Ci's bright eyes just by slightly turning her head.
The movement of the fingertips paused for a moment, and a video of about ten seconds was finished and began to repeat.
The video shows nothing unusual, just the process of street snacks being sauced and roasted. The only difference is that the raw material is a bird, which is roasted until golden, with the sauce slightly burnt and the skin sizzling with oil.
Yan Ting didn't like the strong smell of baked food, so he was about to turn off the video when he suddenly heard a soft and sweet sound at the end.
"So greedy."
Yan Ting suddenly stopped and turned to look at the little girl whose eyes were fixed on the video.
Chu Ci hadn't realized what Yan Ting's action meant yet. The spirit bird next to him also saw the video, paused, and then chirped incessantly.
Chu Ci glanced at Ling Que, and when her misty eyes met hers, she coughed lightly and said seriously, "I mean, it's so cruel."
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