"Alas!" Xie Enhua sighed heavily, unable to find the right words.
"Grandma," Luo Ziling spoke up, "I truly don't understand why Uncle is so intent on killing me. I went to Tanzhou to help Yang Qingyin's grandfather with his illness, and yet he sent people to assassinate me. I think, although I've had disagreements with him several times, it hasn't reached the point of a life-and-death struggle, right?"
Seeing Luo Ziling speak so bluntly, Ling Ruonan gave him a glance, signaling for him to stop talking.
"The misunderstanding between you two isn't really that serious, so why can't it be resolved?" Xie Enhua looked from Ling Ruonan to Luo Ziling. "In wealthy families, things aren't as glamorous as they seem on the surface. There are many helpless situations. Let's wait until your grandfather comes back to discuss this further!"
Luo Ziling wanted to speak, but after seeing the look Ling Ruonan gave him, he held his tongue.
