Lu Han leaned against the wall, looking so weak she seemed about to slip to the ground at any moment, and said with a tearful voice and a sorrowful expression.
"Second sister, I'm willing to take responsibility for what my brother did. You don't need to ask anymore!"
"I……"
"If you don't want to see me, I can live in the little house in the backyard. Mom and Dad, I want to see this family fall apart!"
His eyes instantly filled with tears, which rolled down his cheeks.
Lu Baofei pressed, "I just want to find out the truth. Is it so hard to tell the truth?"
Qin Fengying's heart clenched tightly as she glared angrily at her daughter.
"Baofei, don't you know what kind of person Han'er is? Why is he so arrogant as soon as he gets home? He's still a child!"
Lu Zhengming no longer wanted to hear about any family lawsuits related to Lu Yi.
He said coldly, "You don't care about what you should care about, but now you're holding a court session at home over some old, trivial matter. You can't stand seeing your brother have a peaceful day, can you?"
On the surface, Lu Han seemed like a soft dumpling that could be easily manipulated, but deep down she was uncertain.
In the past, all the older sisters spoke to him gently, and even if he made a mistake, none of them would have interrogated him so sternly.
He feared he wouldn't be able to cope if he stayed any longer.
She bent down, pressed her leg, and groaned, "If you still don't understand, Second Sister, ask again tomorrow. I'm sleepy."
Lu Baofei stood blocking the stairwell, wanting to get an answer: "Are you standing here, or in the entryway?"
Lu Zhengming slammed the chopsticks in his hand to the ground.
"Are you ever going to stop?! When your brother was beaten, you couldn't protect him, and now you're joining in the bullying at home?"
Qin Fengying put her arm around Lu Han's shoulder with heartache and glanced sideways at Bao Fei.
"He's already suffering enough, why are you being so aggressive? Get out of the way!"
Lu Baofei lowered her eyelids and silently stepped aside.
Under Lu Zhengming's suspicious gaze, she walked into the living room and sat on the sofa.
The results of the fingerprint comparison were crystal clear.
There were no Lu Yi fingerprints on the bag.
Apart from his own, everything else belonged to Lu Han.
Moreover, the varying shades are not limited to one place.
Her friend told her that the fingerprints were not left at the same time.
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