Their daughter had been intimidated; Mrs. Lu, having briefly spoken with her husband on the phone, immediately turned around and came back.
"Mom," Manman stopped her mother, who had an extraordinary identity, worrying about possible complications.
Pressing her daughter's hand, Mrs. Lu looked towards Xu Yongmei with a dignified posture and a calm face. Perhaps because her daughter was present, she, as a mother, could not step back, or perhaps it was the strength she had just drawn from her husband that lent gravity to her voice, "If you are conducting a legitimate interview, we welcome you. If you are deliberately being manipulated to smear us, we will not fear nor let you and the person behind the scenes off easily. Feel free to report, and we will invite other media for a formal interview."
Xu Yongmei's eyes widened slightly as if surprised by her demeanor, and she slightly pursed her lips, "You are, I remember, Mrs. Lu Heyan—"
