All the grudges and grudges will go with the wind.

"Mother, there are so many people here ..." Ling Fenghua tugged at Dongfang Chenqing's sleeve. He could not bear to see his father like this. These days, although she had returned to the Ling family with her mother, her mother was still angry with her father. No matter how her father tried to please her, her mother would always keep a straight face. Now, in front of so many people, his mother was still like this, and his father seemed a little pitiful.

Dongfang Chenqing looked at Ling Fenghua's pleading expression and then at Ling mofeng's fawning expression. She snorted coldly and turned her face away, ignoring Ling mofeng.

"Chuxi, what are your plans after this?" Ling Fenghua turned his head to ask Ling Chuxi. Ling Fenghua's current mood was really good. The Shangguan family and the Ling family had buried the hatchet. However, this good mood didn't last long, because the crisis in Qing-Yun realm wasn't over yet.