She dared not sleep when her chest felt empty.
Lu Jinrong picked up the dolly from the shelf. This was her treasure. She brought it with her everywhere. It was her precious and heartachingly so.
She said that her daughter saw the dolly as her, and now, she was treating the dolly as her daughter.
Xia Ruoxin reached out her hand and hugged the dolly. Then, she fell asleep—this time for real. Lu Jinrong covered her with the blanket and then sat down without moving.
"Mr. Lu." His assistant walked in. "The Xia household has been dealt with," he said in hushed tones.
Of course, he did not mean getting rid of them but putting them in the hospital.
"How is it?" Lu Jinrong asked plainly. "None of her organs burst, right?"
The assistant felt cold sweat trickle down his forehead. "That, Mr. Lu, no. You just bruised her stomach, but her organs are fine."
"Oh…" Lu Jinrong reached out his legs. "Why didn't any burst?"
