Lu Zhiwei suppressed a laugh and stopped pressuring him.
Men are just like ducks, stubborn to the death.
"How is An'an?" Lu Zhiwei got down to business.
Shen Jinmo lowered his head, feeling somewhat ashamed to face Lu Zhiwei, and recounted everything that had happened in the past few days.
After hearing this, Lu Zhiwei clenched her fists tightly. Her anger was like a bucket of gasoline being poured on it, burning ever brighter and impossible to extinguish.
Lu Zhiwei gritted her teeth and said fiercely, "It really was her. As soon as I died, she brazenly took my son away."
Shen Jinmo knew exactly who she was talking about.
He had already guessed it.
He simply wanted to hand over the power of judgment to Lu Zhiwei.
After all, she was the victim.
“An’an has been sent back to the Lu family by me and is being looked after by Jiang Zhan. She should be fine now. What are your plans next?” Shen Jinmo asked her seriously.
Lu Zhiwei snorted coldly: "What else can we do? Of course, we'll settle scores and avenge our grievances."
"Have someone keep an eye on the basement for me. I've tied Lin Haotian up down there; I'm making sure he doesn't die in there these next few days."
“Okay,” Shen Jinmo replied.
Lu Zhiwei walked behind Shen Jinmo and helped him push his wheelchair: "There's one more thing I need you to do."
"Go ahead," Shen Jinmo said gently.
He would do his best to fulfill any request Lu Zhiwei made.
The fact that he had lost it and then got it back made him cherish it even more.
"Help me hold a grand funeral in three days," Lu Zhiwei said after careful consideration.
"Whose funeral are you organizing? My mother's?" Shen Jinmo subconsciously thought that Lu Zhiwei would definitely not let Jiang Jingyu off the hook.
She will kill Jiang Jingyu.
“My funeral!” Lu Zhiwei said.
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