A trace of heartache passed through Chu Xintian's heart.

Such a thing, let alone such a young child as Ling, even adults with strong psychological abilities may not be able to accept it.

And, right now, Ato's performance is really bad.

This reminded Chu Xintian of his father, Chu Huaiyuan.

For the sake of profit, he lost his daughter, and even if she stood in front of him, he did not want to recognize each other.

Such a father, it doesn't matter.

As much as Ahsan wants to get to know each other, she is too weak to protect her children.

Faced with such a situation, Chu Xintian could only say the helplessness in her heart.

"Ling, you have to understand that in this world, people who are not related by blood can also be a family. It all depends on fate. Sometimes, unrelated people can be partners and family members. ”

Ling listened to Chu Xintian's words, and slowly raised his head to look at her: "Then are you my family?"

"I'm your family if you want." Chu Xintian stretched out his hand and touched Ling's head.

In the past, because Ling was too fierce and her wildness had not completely subsided, Chu Xintian rarely had any intimate relationship with her.

Now, she couldn't help but touch it.

Ling was moved by Chu Xintian, closed his eyes, and the sad expression on his face gradually disappeared, revealing a gentle expression.

Chu Xintian couldn't help laughing.

She also thinks that the fate in the world is so beautiful!

A month ago, on the way to Ulan Town, in the middle of the night, they were blocked by Ling and her wolves, and it was a bloody battle to the death.

Now, a month later, they are two people. They calmly stayed in their rooms in the town of Ulan. Ling regards Chu Xintian as a close family member.

A month ago, you fought to the death, like a dream.

It's been a long time. Anything strange can happen!

Because he saw Ling's family in the morning and persuaded her to eat, the morning passed.

The town of Wulan is about a day and a half away from Youzhou. In any case, they have to sleep outside.

Seeing that the cold snap is coming, it is wise to leave early.

After lunch, with plenty of food and water, they set off.

The town of Ulan is also not big. They set out from the inn and arrived at the south gate of the city in less than a quarter of an hour.

When you leave the city, you have to hurry up.

Just as he was about to leave the city gates, there was a sudden commotion at the end of the procession.

"What's wrong? What's wrong? Go check it out!" Zhao Wu poked his head out of the carriage.

Ah Fu hurried to the end of their team.

After a while, he returned with a man.

Chu Xintian saw from the window that the person Ah Fu brought back was Ling's mother!

Ahsan's eyes were red, apparently the result of crying for a long time.

She clutched a small cloth bag in her hand and looked at the guards and carriages high above. She craned her neck to see where Ling was.

Chu Xintian didn't know what Ah Sang was looking for or what he was doing at this time, but from her eyes, she could see a mother's anxiety.

Chu Xintian lifted the curtains and got out of the car.

Ah Sang didn't know anyone else, but she knew Chu Xintian.

She remembered that Chu Xintian was the one who took Ling to the breakfast restaurant.

Ahsan didn't know what had happened to Ling all these years, but she knew that what Atto said was right. Ling meets a nobleman.

Seeing Chu Xintian, Ah Sang was very excited and ran to the carriage: "Madame......"

Of course, before they could get close to the carriage, they were stopped by the soldiers.

At this time, Chu Xintian said, "Let her come."

The soldiers let go of Ahsan.

Ahsan staggered a few steps, came forward with a pop, knelt in front of the carriage, and kowtowed a few times quickly.

Then she stood up and handed the package to Chu Xintian: "Madam, please give it to her for me." This is the ...... I made for her with my own hands."

After Ahsan finished speaking, she raised her head again and searched for Ling in the crowd.

However, it was not found.

Ahsan bowed his head in frustration.