"A misunderstanding?"

Li Qing's nose was crooked: "Your son pressed me on the tree and almost strangled me to death. How could you explain it with just a misunderstanding?"

If she didn't punish him, she couldn't swallow this and couldn't stand her face.

"Enough, let them go!" The man ordered majesticly.

"Thank you, the coach, for not blaming you for your kindness. I hope you will worry more about Yifan's affairs. Be sure to get her back. Maybe she just went out to relax. After all, she was just a child of sixteen or seventeen years old. Please don't bother with her." Cui Wanjun took Ye Hancheng out after saying these words.

Li Qing was unhappy behind her, and her anger was written on her face: "Your mother almost made someone strangled to death, you just let him go?"

Zhou Zimo frowned and looked indifferent: "Or what if he would catch Ye Hancheng back and chop him up?" Anyway, he had wanted to do this long ago.

Li Qing was speechless when she was choked. That was her daughter's sweetheart. Of course, she could not be caught and chopped, but she had to be punished. Before she could speak, Zhou Zimo was gone.

...

In the high attic, the man put his big hands wrapped in gauze on the railing, looking forward with expressionless face.

The cold raindrops hit his face, and he seemed to have no feeling.

My heart felt like a big hole was broken, and the cool breeze was whistling. This biting cold has always been with him since he woke up, and it was not warm even if he wore many clothes.

Adjutant Liang stood behind him and couldn't help but remind: "Master, the weather is cold, your serious injury has not been cured. The doctor said that you have already fallen into the root of the disease. If you don't take good care of it, you may never have the chance to cure it again."

He didn't know what happened. The coach was in good health. He used to march and fight, and even won battles while sleeping in the snow nest in his clothes. However, this time he came back, the doctor said that he was covered in frostbite.

Zhou Zimo seemed to have not heard him and was still stunned.

Adjutant Liang plucked up his courage and stood not far away from him and advised again: "Master, can I call your father? Please don't stay there, as if you don't go back, you will get cold disease."

"If it were you, what would you do?" Zhou Zimo's voice was very calm, but Adjutant Liang heard endless loneliness from it.

"Master, please forgive me for saying frankly. If it were me, I wouldn't be looking for the fourth concubine. Unless she is willing to come back by herself, otherwise if you keep chasing me like this, when will you chase me? If you catch her back this time, who can guarantee that she will not run away next time?"

The fourth concubine has run away once or twice. The Grandmaster has become scarred because of her every time.

Zhou Zimo stared at the gauze on his hand, his eyes cold, and sighed as if mocking and sad, "She won't come back by herself."

He knew very well that if he didn't go to find her, she would never come back by herself, and would only escape further and further.

"Even if I give her meat and blood, she will still run away. I have never felt that I have been so despicable."

He was slaughtered by her like a pig, but she wanted to be separated from him forever.

Adjutant Liang couldn't help but widen his eyes in shock and frowned uncontrollably. The coach almost died of excessive blood loss. Could it be...

He dared not imagine how much love a person has in his heart to do such a thing, and this person is the person he always thought he would never fall in love with anyone.
Chapter completed!