"Lu Zhengyuan, are you dead? Why didn't you stop her, just letting her bully your daughter!"
Outside the door, Ge Weihong's argument with Lu Zhengyuan filtered through to the ears within.
Inside the room, Lu Fengxuan methodically locked the door from the inside and slowly paced to the side of the hospital bed, her oppressive presence encroaching upon Lu Sirong.
"What... what are you going to do?" Lu Sirong instinctively dodged, not even daring to meet her gaze.
Standing by the bedside, looking down from her commanding height, Lu Fengxuan asked, "Before you lost consciousness, you said something. What did you mean by that?"
"What did I say?" Lu Sirong looked at her with a puzzled expression, seemingly without any recollection.
"You said, when Yu Chiyin turns thirty, waiting for him..."
Lu Fengxuan didn't want to say the ominous word and paused but saw Lu Sirong's face suddenly change, her eyes starting to evade hers.
