Within this vast palace, there were both men and women, the old and the young.
Some sat with perfect posture, while others behaved sluggishly.
There were even some lying flat on the ground.
All these people were the children of Tong Xiluo.
Including some elderly men.
Among them was Tong Yue.
At this moment, she sat in a corner, leaning against the wall, looking at her cellphone with her head bowed.
Chen Kong was just about to start speaking.
Chen E grabbed his arm and pulled him down to kneel.
Tong Xiluo, upon seeing this, repressed his smile and slightly squinted his eyes, "What's happened?"
"The hostage we captured has been rescued by Feng Lin again."
Chen E bowed her head to the ground.
Tong Yue, who was looking at her cellphone in the corner, couldn't help but lift her face and look toward the two upon hearing Feng Lin's name.
"It's that Feng Lin again, Father, you are still too conservative. Just kill him and be done with it!"
An overweight elder stood up and said.