The Anger of the Slave Killer (1)

Ling Yun turned around and left.

Xiahou Qing quickly stood up from his chair. "Ling'er!"

Ling Yun ignored him and continued walking.

Xiahou Qing had dreamed of hearing Ling Yun call him father. Now that he finally did, he was extremely excited.

Elder Liu said, "City Lord, this matter…"

Xiahou Qing said seriously, "Elders, hurry up and catch the culprit!"

With that, he chased after Ling Yun.

The elders sighed helplessly.

Xiahou Zheng looked at his adoptive father who was chasing after Ling Yun anxiously and clenched his fists bit by bit.

"Brother, aren't you leaving?"

Xie Jinnian asked.

Xiahou Zheng sneered and said, "Second Brother, I hope you can really keep your composure."

Xiahou Qing grabbed Ling Yun's wrist. "Ling'er, call me that again!"

Ling Yun: "No."

Xiahou Qing said, "Call me that again. I promise you anything!"

Ling Yun said calmly, "Including chasing away your annoying godsons?"