Ling Xuancheng’s rage was no less than Ling Yanye’s, but unlike his brother, his fury was not something one could easily read on his face. He kept a smile fixed in place, yet his eyes burned with a fire so intense it seemed almost tangible, lashing out at everyone around him with reckless abandon.
Two years ago, Ling Lu had been only nineteen.
How could he, as her brother, have been completely unaware of such a monumental event? He dared not imagine what the consequences might have been had Ling Lu not been brave and ruthless enough at the time. If that little girl, who used to stand before him with her head bowed and voice soft, had truly suffered such a fate... Ling Xuancheng felt an uncontrollable panic rising from the depths of his soul.
Chapter 63