Every word Lin Zhiluo said was like a sharp dagger piercing Li Ruorui's chest. Li Ruorui, who was already suffering from pain, could no longer bear it. She slumped onto the sofa, her worthless tears blurring the surface.

Qi Zhiyang came downstairs and saw Lin Zhiluo's displeased gaze. He followed her gaze and saw that Li Ruorui's tears had wet their sofa.

Qi Zhiyang knew Lin Zhiluo's temper all too well; she would get upset if someone she disliked dirtied her things.

Qi Zhiyang sent a message to the housekeeper, asking him to have the sofa replaced after they left.

"We should go." Qi Zhiyang walked to Lin Zhiluo's side, carrying his suitcase.

Li Ruorui hurriedly looked up, her voice filled with panic: "Where are you going?"

Lin Zhiluo found it very interesting. She seemed very afraid of leaving, but she wasn't Li Ruorui's biological child. Did she care that much?

“Mrs. Lin, Luoluo rarely goes out to play before. She has finished her exams, and I plan to take her on a trip abroad.”

Lin Zhilu nodded: "Yes, we didn't have the means before. Luckily, Qi Zhiyang came with me. If he hadn't been with me, I wouldn't have dared to go alone. If I encountered danger abroad, I wouldn't have any relatives to ask for help."

These words reminded Li Ruorui of the tragic death of Lin Zhiluo in a foreign land in her dream, and her face turned pale instantly.

But she still took out a card: "Since you're going out to play, you should have a good time. This is... pocket money from your mom."

"Thank you, but I think I don't need it anymore. Mrs. Lin, we're leaving now, so we won't see you off." After saying that, Lin Zhiluo returned Li Ruorui's card and left with Qi Zhiyang.