However, facing the situation at this moment, she felt both heartbroken and sad.
He had even forgotten his own parents.
Suddenly, in the empty hallway, the sound of high-heeled shoes striking the floor echoed, not urgent or slow, gradually approaching from the distance.
"Miss Xia!"
Two bodyguards respectfully called out.
A young woman walked over elegantly from a short distance away. She was tall and slender, her black hair quietly hanging over her waist, her face beautiful, and her temperament elegant.
The women who originated from the aristocracy naturally carried a hint of nobility about them.
The woman, upon seeing them, strode over to Lu Qingchuan's side and asked, "Michel, are these your parents?"
Her voice sounded gentle and pleasant, with a specific sweetness unique to women.
Upon seeing her, Lu Qingchuan softened his eyes and allowed her to hold his arm, whispering, "I don't remember."
