Chapter 972: 143 Little Lord_2

Hong Mei could hardly bear to see Jin Lingling suffer. Every night, she heard the painful, suppressed sounds of Jin Lingling being tormented by Li Chengzhi, and Hong Mei felt as though her heart would bleed. If it were only for a day or two, then perhaps it would be bearable, but it had been two whole months now. Every day, Jin Lingling would not wake until the sun was high in the sky, and Hong Mei worried that one morning she would find her young mistress dead in her bed, never to awaken again.

Jin Lingling saw Hong Mei's concern, took her hand, and squeezed out a weak smile, "Hong Mei, don't worry. Before the person who killed my son is brought to justice, I'm not going to die so easily."

"Miss, what nonsense are you talking about!" Hong Mei quickly covered Jin Lingling's mouth and spat several times before she stopped.