"It was my fault, Lu Yi," said He Yibin. He didn't know how to tell Lu Yi.
Lu Yi's eyes narrowed, his gaze fixed on the baby girl. She was so small it made his heart ache.
Suddenly, he took a step forward, his eyes darkening. "Don't tell me she's my daughter?"
Old Master Lu and Lu Jin's eyes widened.
The smile on He Yibin's face was wistful, and a little hideous.
"Good deduction. As expected of the analytical Prosecutor Lu."
"She's my granddaughter?" gasped Lu Jin, pointing at the pitiful baby girl. Wasn't it twins? Why were there three?
"She's my great-granddaughter?" Old Master Lu's head buzzed. He would have fallen to the ground had Lu Jin not caught him in time. Tears welled up in his eyes. This was his great-granddaughter! The only girl in the Lu bloodline in a century!
