Whenever Lin Menghan thought that Ling Yun must have had a relationship with Zhuang Meifeng, he felt endless sadness in his heart. He wanted to leave his innocent body to him at all costs, but he had long been the minister under another woman's skirt.

Now that she is going to marry Ling Yun, it is already a fantasy. It has nothing to do with Ling Yun’s final marriage to her, Lin Menghan, but this is the only man she loves. How can she not be jealous?

Ling Yun drove silently, and the air in the car was so heavy that it was scary. After a long time, he said lightly: "Zhuang Meifeng was taken away..."

"What?! Take it away?" Lin Menghan exclaimed, not knowing whether it was joy or sorrow for a moment. She immediately asked: "When was this? Who took it away?!"

Ling Yun's eyes were like the blade quenched by ice and snow, and he said in a deep voice: "Last Saturday, I was taken away by the Taoist nun from Jingxin Temple."

"Jingxin Temple? What is that place?" Lin Menghan had never heard of Jingxin Temple before and said with a frown.

"No matter where it is, I just know that it will definitely turn into ruins!"

When Ling Yun said this, murderous intent appeared and his tone was as cold as snow.

"Why was she taken away? Could it be..." Lin Menghan wanted to say whether Zhuang Meifeng was going to be a Taoist nun, but when she saw Ling Yun's extremely cold expression, she was tactful and didn't say it.

"Tell you slowly in the future, how can you go?"

"Uh... turn east, turn five hundred meters ahead and arrive!"

Lin Menghan knew what would happen next, and her heart was pounding and her graceful body trembled slightly.
Chapter completed!