Luo Wuyan opened the passenger door and got into Lu Zhiwei's car to go together.
At that time.
The vast Luo family manor was deathly silent.
Luo Xiu, who had just returned home from get off work, was leading his men to the underground detention room.
Upon arriving outside the confinement cell, Luo Xiu saw through the glass wall that "Rui Xi" was curled up on the ground, looking weak and pitiful.
"Open the door," Luo Xiu instructed the bodyguard beside him.
The bodyguard took the key and opened the door.
The outside light streamed in through the door, illuminating the small figure and casting a cool, clear glow.
The tall and slender Luo Xiu stood in front of the little guy.
The person had their back to him, so he couldn't see the little guy's face.
Luo Xiu slowly squatted down and patted "Rui Xi" on the shoulder: "Is she dead?"
The little guy remained motionless, his breathing very faint.
"Die so easily? Even a cat is tougher than you." Luo Xiu grabbed the little guy's shoulder and turned his face around.
The moment Luo Xiu could see that face clearly.
Luo Xiu felt as if he had been struck by a bolt from the blue.
"Lu Anyu? How could it be you?"
Luo Xiu recognized Lu Anyu almost immediately after seeing the portrait.
The person who painted his face did so with a somewhat rough and hasty technique, with many flaws.
Compared to the makeup Lu Zhiwei had done for Lu Anyu a few days ago, it was completely different.
At this moment, Lu Anyu was too weak to answer him, and blood kept gushing from his nostrils.
More and more red spots appeared on my arms and body.
Luo Xiu stumbled and fell backward.
Could it be that the injection he ordered Ruixi to receive was injected into Lu Anyu's body instead?
At this moment, Luo Xiu, who believed himself to be all-powerful and fearless, was in control of everything.
It felt like the sky had fallen.
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