Weilan had finished speaking and walked out.
Lu Hechen was also shocked; he hadn't expected Weilan to say that. But when she had shouted shrilly earlier, he suddenly felt a tightness in his heart, as if stung, a certain pain, thread by thread, spreading deep inside.
He glanced at the few members of the Lu Family present.
Lu Heyan seemed about to follow her out.
Lu Hechen coldly shot a glance at him, full of warning, and turned to leave.
That look, that incisive gaze, was startling.
Lu Heyan abruptly halted his steps, staring blankly at the retreating figure, feeling a strange familiarity with it.
Weilan walked towards the exit, and as soon as she came out of the Lu Family's place, she saw Ding Lan's parents waiting for her right in front of their own house.
Their faces were ablaze with fury, seething with anger, and even murderous intent.
She hesitated; she couldn't possibly get in Lu Hechen's car and leave, could she?
