"What did you say? Xiaoying is the mole?"
Chen Tianbao frowned.
This news was undoubtedly a bolt from the blue.
Ling Ying was their adopted daughter, someone they had taken in and cared for over five years. How could she possibly be a mole?
"Let's go up and take a look..."
Seeing that Ling Ying hadn't come out, Yang Tian headed upstairs.
In the armored attic on the second floor, Ling Ying was lying there with a pale face.
She was already injured, the bullet had hit her shoulder hard.
Although Chu Qing had treated Ling Ying's wound, her face was still so pale and bloodless.
"Tian, you're here..."
Seeing Yang Tian, Chu Qing quickly stood up.
Yang Tian waved his hand but looked coldly at Ling Ying.
Ling Ying's face was extremely pale and bloodless. When she saw Yang Tian, she struggled to get up, but Chu Qing stopped her, "Xiaoying, your wound hasn't fully healed, don't get up..."
"Let her get up. After all, they didn't take her life!"
Yang Tian said indifferently.
