Ling house

A phone call brought back Ling Hao who was far away in Shanghai. Looking at the old rich family in front of him, Ling Hao's eyes were gloomy.There are white funeral papers floating on the rich gate, who died?How many dirty past events are hidden in the huge Ling's house?The first seven soul nights of the young master of the Ling family, revenge with hatred, revenge with resentment... A cold aura entangled Ling Hao, and Ling Hao was on the verge of collapse, "I didn't kill you! !Why are you pestering me...you pervert, pervert!!!"