Han Ling raised her heart abruptly, and covered her mouth with one hand, for fear of screaming herself.
His eyes widened suddenly, looking at the photos on his phone, the blood on his face faded instantly.
"Xiaofeng..."
"What's going on?" Mr. Ling looked flustered and got up in a hurry.
Taking the mobile phone from Han Ling's hand, as soon as she saw the photo, she immediately became short of breath, clutching her chest and out of breath.
"Dad, Dad, are you okay, take care of yourself."
Xia Chunlin thoughtfully helped Mr. Ling to sit down, and only then did he see the photos on his phone.
"ah-"
She screamed, "Xiaojiang, how could this happen, my little Jiang."
He threw himself into Ling Yiyong's arms and hugged him tightly, "Ah Yi, how could this happen, save Xiaojiang, our Xiaojiang."
Han Ling was confused and stood beside Ling Yiyong like a puppet. Xia Chunlin rushed over and pushed her out.
She was wearing high heels, and she was still in a fugue state. Xia Chunlin's push made her stagger a few steps and fell to the ground.
Ling Yiyong looked distressed, and quickly pushed Xia Chunlin away, walked over in three steps at a time, and helped her up.
"Are you hurt?"
Before she could answer, Xia Chunlin rushed up again and pulled Ling Yiyong over, crying like pear blossoms raining, "Ayi, what should we do now? Is Xiaojiang going to be okay? He bled a lot."
"Who did it, and what is he going to do to Xiaojiang, my son, woohoo."
"Ah Yi, tell me something, will Xiaojiang die, what should I do now."
Ling Yiyong was disturbed by her, "Can you be quiet."
Xia Chunlin covered his mouth and cried bitterly, "I'm scared, Ayi, I'm very scared, woo woo."
As she spoke, she threw herself into Ling Yiyong's arms again, crying bitterly.
Han Ling had already sat on the sofa. She had a pale face and panicked eyes.
She has nothing now, only such a son, so nothing can happen.
She was terribly worried, and Xia Chunlin's crying voice was all in her ears. She was upset, "Can you be quiet, is it useful to cry, is it useful to be noisy? Instead of messing around here, it's better to find a way to save people!"
She is really fed up with this woman, who only knows to cry when encountering things!
Can crying solve the problem? It's not enough to succeed!
Xia Chunlin was stunned for a moment, and then he became angry, and pointed at Han Ling, "Of course you don't worry, it was my son who caused the accident, you wish my son died, and no one will rob your son of property in the future, right? "
"Xia Chunlin!" Han Ling stood up abruptly, her chest heaving with anger. At this moment, she was still thinking about property, "My son was also tied up!"
"You have also seen the photo. Ling Weifeng was just tied up, but my son was beaten to the point of blood! Han Ling, do you still have any conscience? Your son is fine..."
"Enough!" Mr. Ling sat aside, and the servant was helping him massage his temples, and his head got dizzy from the two women arguing.
The crutch in his hand hit the floor heavily, "Can you be quiet, it's like a restless dog!"
After being scolded by him, Xia Chunlin finally silenced, and looked at Ling Yiyong with aggrieved eyes, his face was full of tears, and he looked very pitiful.
Han Ling rubbed the space between her eyebrows, then sat back on the sofa weakly, "Sister Li, contact Butler Bai."
In the afternoon, it was Butler Bai who sent the two of them to school. The most urgent thing now is to find out what happened.
She took out her mobile phone while talking, "Call the police first."
Mr. Ling looked at the two daughters-in-law. Normally, he always felt that Han Ling was too arrogant, and Xia Chunlin would not be able to behave like a human being. But something happened, and the two women immediately saw each other.
After all, Han Ling is the daughter of a big family, calm and decisive in times of trouble, and not chaotic in times of crisis.
Xia Chunlin was too petty and had nothing to do but make noise.
Alas, why can't the two learn from each other.