Daddy, Here Is Mommy

Luo Cheng.    

"Young master, Madam just called to ask you to return to Yunjing immediately. "    

Jing Hao lowered his head slightly and stood behind Lu Yongheng.    

The sky was drizzling and the air was a little cold.    

Luo City in April actually did not have the slightest hint of spring. Everywhere he looked, it was a desolate land.    

It had been a long time since he received a response. Jing Hao tightened his palm and slowly raised his head, wondering if he should speak again.    

Lu Yongheng, who was standing in front of him, wore black clothes and black pants. His back was very tight, and his hair and shoulders were covered in wet marks.    

He did not say a word. He just stood there for two hours.    

"Less. . . "    

Jing Hao mustered up his courage and finally spoke again. Unexpectedly, just as he opened his mouth, an urgent ringtone suddenly rang. He stopped talking.    

The ringtone was not from his phone. However, at this moment, Lu Yi Heng had already blacklisted all the contacts on his phone. Very few people knew his phone number.    

Who could it be?    

Lu Yiheng did not seem to have heard it. He continued to stand alone like a statue.    

"Young Master, your phone is ringing. Could it be Madam. . . ?"    

Jing Hao spoke nervously.    

As soon as he finished speaking, his phone suddenly stopped ringing, and everything returned to silence.    

"Phew. . . "    

Jing Hao raised his hand and wiped his forehead. The rain soaked his palm with sweat.    

Five seconds later, Lu Yongheng's phone rang again. In the lonely and cold air, the ringing sound was exceptionally ear-piercing.    

Jing Hao's heart couldn't help but tighten.    

Lu Yongheng still didn't answer. His cold face didn't even have the slightest change in expression.    

Suddenly, his heart felt like it had been pulled by something, and he felt a sharp pain in his eardrums. His long eyelashes, which were stained with rainwater, trembled.    

Jing Hao, standing behind him, couldn't see all of this.    

"Young Master. . . "    

"Ye. . . "    

Two male voices sounded almost at the same time.    

Jing Hao was stunned.    

"Ye, is that you? Leaf?"    

Lu Yunheng's body trembled in the drizzle. His voice was low, hoarse, and excited.    

"Miss Ye? How could it be. . . "    

Jing Hao's eyes widened in shock.    

"Yezi, say something. . . "    

Lu Yanheng's emotions were agitated, and his eyes lit up with bits of starlight. The veins on the back of his hand, which was holding the phone, were stretched high, and his finger bones were white.    

The rain was heavier, and the tip of his hair began to drip.    

Jing Hao was still immersed in shock.    

"Leaf!!!"    

There was a hint of anger in Lu Yiheng's hoarse voice.    

Jing Hao's heart raced, and he nervously swallowed a mouthful of saliva.    

Bang.    

Lu Yanheng smashed the phone in his hand forward heavily. In an instant, the mud that had been stirred up landed on his body.    

"Young Master. . . "    

Jing Hao was trembling with fear, every pore emitting cold air.    

This strange call made the air become more and more tense.    

Why would a person who was clearly already dead call? As for the deceased's phone, it had clearly been cremated along with its owner.    

Lu Yongheng's chest heaved up and down as his gaze became unusually cold and sharp. His entire person exuded a dangerous aura.    

The rain grew heavier and heavier, and their clothes were quickly drenched. A lot of mud fell from their pants. All of this was too inconceivable.    

"Let's go!"    

Lu Yunheng suddenly turned around and ordered Jing Hao coldly.    

"Yes, Young Master. "    

Jing Hao couldn't help but shiver.    

Back in the car.    

"To Wangjing. " Lu Yongheng.    

"Young Master, Madam. Young Master, Madam. . .    

. . . "" Lu Yu Heng.    

"Yes, Young Master. "    

Jing Hao didn't dare to say anything more.    

Four years by Lu Yi Heng's side. He knew very well what kind of person his master was. However, Wangjing. . .