For the first time, Lu Yao felt so humbled, humbled to the point of kneeling before a daughter he had misrecognized for many years.
He doesn't want to think about anything now, he just wants Yao Meishu out as soon as possible, and it doesn't matter if he has to kneel before Lu Qingyi either.
Lu Qingyi looked at Lu Yao, her expression still cold, and her face showed no sympathy.
She could be soft-hearted, but when she was hard-hearted, it was more than anything else.
"Dad, let's go."
Lu Qingyi bent down to pick up the thing Lu Mohai had placed on the ground, opened her mouth slowly to speak, and then left without looking back.
Call her cruel, or unsympathetic. The matter of Yao Meishu wasn't open for discussion, and even if Lu Yao were to die in front of her now, her decision still wouldn't change.
With nothing to base their relationship upon to begin with, she could easily remain unmoved by his death.
Lu Mohai glanced back at Lu Yao and followed Lu Qingyi inside.
