Li Tinghe didn't say a word, got up and went to the yard.

Bai Jingxuan comforted, "Mother-in-law, it's okay, as you know, he has a bad temper."

Li Song didn't dare to say anything.

"Hey, Tinghe, daughter-in-law, Asong, grand-daughter-in-law, you are all here." Li Zhenshan's voice came from the yard. Next to him, there was a middle-aged man in a decent dress and a suit, "You Uncle Ling is here."

With a refined eyebrow and a kind look, he is often featured in TV news—Vice President Ling Jin.

Bai Jingxuan, Tang Jingxian and Li Song also walked into the courtyard.

Nodded slightly with Ling Jin, as a greeting.

"We are neighbors." Ling Jin's graceful features, with a comfortable smile, "My son Ling Che has recently returned. He is nostalgic. He wants to live in the old Lingyuan mansion next door. Please take care of you in the future. "

"That's it." Li Song asked with a smile, "What about your son? Speaking of which, we have never seen one of our friends in many years."

"I offended someone when I was young, and I was afraid of him. I kept him quietly in the country since I was a child." Ling Jin looked very sad, "Unexpectedly, Che'er died of illness when he was fifteen years old. I personally did it. Buried him, for so many years, I missed him deeply. Unexpectedly, he was not alive and came back alive."

The old man Li Zhenshan motioned him to sit at the outdoor rattan table.

The servant has already put fruit refreshments on the table.

Ling Jin politely compared Li Zhenshan and Li Tinghe with a please gesture, "Two of you sit first." Then he looked at Tang Jingxian, Li Song and Bai Jingxuan, "You guys too."

After the others were seated, Ling Jin sat down.

Li Zhenshan was very satisfied with his behavior.

For decades, Ling Jin is a general knowledge.

"The dead are resurrected..." Li Zhenshan was very curious, "Ajina, what's going on?"

"Return to mentor." Ling Jin sighed, "This was done by one of my distant relatives, Ling Wei. Ling Wei was not righteous and embezzled and gambled. Back then, he asked me to help him sit in a certain position. I naturally He refused. Unexpectedly, he had a grudge against Che'er. He gave Che'er a black hand. He injected Che'er with a fake death pill and bought out a doctor. He died suddenly from illness and died with a death certificate. I thought Che'er was already dead, so I sent him Bury with your own hands."

"According to Che'er, he woke up in the coffin and almost suffocated to death. Fortunately, he has been practicing martial arts since he was a child, and his strength is also greater than that of ordinary people. Moreover, he has a folding JUN knife on his body, which is tilted out between the coffin. After a few gaps, he was able to breathe. After that, he kept kicking the lid of the coffin, and using his survival instinct, he opened the lid of the coffin. At the same time, he fainted exhaustedly in the buried ground outside the coffin."

"When he wakes up again, he has lost all his memories. He has been sold abroad. He has been missing for twelve years, and he refuses to say more. He just said that he had already found the person who trafficked him back then. Lost."

"Che'er really suffered." Li Zhenshan heard it, and a ray of pity flashed in Cang Mai's eyes.

"No." A remorse and rejoicing flashed in Ling Jin's eyes. "I actually buried him with my own hands. Fortunately, he didn't die. After recovering his memory, I came back by myself."

"Don't be sad, too." Li Zhenshan patted him on the shoulder, "Che'erfu will have a big life, or he will be very calm."

"That's not good." Li Tinghe's lips curled up with a faint ridicule, "I can't tell, it's the beginning of another evil."