In that instant, Weilan's heart clenched fiercely. As she turned around, she saw Lu Hechen hurriedly descending from the upstairs corner. In his falcon-like eyes, anger flared. Without caring that he was on the stairs, he took large strides down towards Weilan and glared at her fiercely.
That glare felt like a thousand arrows piercing her heart.
Shen Weilan felt as if her heart had been pierced by a thousand arrows and her blood was flowing in reverse.
"Auntie Fu, Auntie Fu," Lu Hechen shouted loudly as he dashed to Auntie Fu's side, squatting down and embracing the groaning woman in pain.
"Ow... ow..." Auntie Fu couldn't help moaning, "Young Master, don't move me, my back is twisted, I can't move, ow..."
Seeing this, Lu Hechen really dared not move Auntie Fu an inch.
Weilan stood on the stairs, looking down at Lu Hechen holding Auntie Fu, his eyes filled with concern. That affection was deeply ingrained in his bones.
To Lu Hechen, Auntie Fu had long become his closest kin.
