The rich and powerful family: Leng Shao, please don't tease!

The Ling family's living room was in a mess.

Everything on the coffee table was thrown to the ground, teacups, newspapers, ashtrays, medicine bottles, and countless white pills dotted the wooden floor like small flowers.

Ling Yuanshan's face was livid, Ling Ziyang's face was pale, and Zhao Qing's eyes were red and swollen, holding a tissue and crying.

Her face involuntarily became solemn, Lin Weiwei went straight to Ling Yuanshan's bedroom, found Ling Yuanshan's medicine from the bedside table, poured a few pills, and walked back to the living room.

"Dad, you took the medicine."

Putting the medicine in Ling Yuanshan's hand, he went to pour a glass of water and handed it to him. Lin Weiwei stroked his back gently, with a steady gaze, "Dad, it will be fine, don't worry."

As soon as Lin Weiwei's words came out, Zhao Qing cried even harder.

Compared with Ling Weiwei, Ling Xinyue is well-behaved and sensible, which Zhao Qing has always been proud of.

But Zhao Qing didn't expect that Ling Weiwei became sensible overnight, and everything changed drastically.

Seeing Ling Yuanshan's breathing became heavier and he looked about to get angry, Lin Weiwei turned his head, and his eyes fell on Zhao Qing's face like a knife.

Never seen Lin Weiwei's fierce side before, Zhao Qing stopped crying when she trembled.

Lin Weiwei patted Ling Yuanshan's hand, "Dad, take medicine."

With throbbing pain in his heart, Ling Yuanshan nodded with a gray complexion, raised his head and took the medicine.

With a soft breath, Lin Weiwei looked back at Zhao Qing, "What's going on?"

"Xinyue, Xinyue, she..."

Tears fell in colorful drops, but Zhao Qing couldn't say a word, covered her mouth and cried for a long time, picked up an envelope from under the sofa, and handed it to Lin Weiwei with trembling arms.

Seeing Ling Yuanshan and Ling Ziyang's expressions became even uglier, Lin Weiwei knew that it must not be a good thing.

Opening the envelope, several photos slid out.

Lin Weiwei glanced at it, and his face changed instantly.

After flipping through it a few times, Lin Weiwei stuffed the photo back into the envelope, looked back at Zhao Qing and asked, "Where did the photo come from?"

"Shove it in through the crack of the door early in the morning..."

Zhao Qing wiped her tears, glanced at Ling Yuanshan's face, and said in a low voice: "I went to check the surveillance, only to see that a tightly wrapped person was stuffed in, and I couldn't see his appearance clearly. Xinyue also contacted No, the mobile phone has been turned off. I contacted the school, and the people in her dormitory said, said..."

Choked up and unable to speak, Zhao Qing's legs softened, and with a plop, she knelt down in front of Lin Weiwei, "Wei Wei, please save Xinyue, now, only you can save her."

After listening for a long time, she still couldn't hear what happened to Ling Xinyue, Lin Weiwei only felt her temples throbbing, making her feel like she was about to go crazy.

Turning back to stare at Ling Ziyang, Lin Weiwei asked coldly: "What did the people in her dormitory say? Did you call the police?"

Facing Shanglin Weiwei's cold gaze, he seemed to see Leng Jinran for a moment. Ling Ziyang was startled, and said in a low voice: "The people in the dormitory said that Xinyue didn't live in the dormitory this month, and said that he found an internship company. Live in the company's high-end apartment."

"Before we had time to call the police, the other party called and said that if we dare to call the police, then..."

His face darkened, and Ling Ziyang lowered his voice, "The man said that if we call the police, he will post those photos on the Internet, and everyone will know about it."

Thinking of those large-scale photos she had seen just now, Lin Weiwei gritted her teeth with hatred.