Su Miaolian's daughter, Loo Lichun, was a woman who looked haggard and timid.
According to the file, she was born in '57, only twenty-three years old this year.
Upon hearing this, she looked incredulously at the handsome young man before her, and the two young men with an imposing aura standing behind him.
What did he mean?
Arrange for her mother's remaining life, and hers too?
Loo Zhiguo lived next door. Hearing the commotion, he hurried over.
And he saw Gu Huai'an and two others.
Such figures, even dressed plainly, were evidently not ordinary people.
What did they want with the madwoman?
It had been a long time since anyone came looking for her, including her son.
Should he inform the Second Mistress, oh, no, he should call her Comrade Qu.
That woman was ruthless. He dared not offend her; he still wanted to live out his retirement peacefully.
But first, he needed to figure out what these people wanted.
Loo Zhiguo brazenly prepared to enter the house.
