"Yu Chiyin! Yu Chiyin!"
Lu Fengxuan visibly panicked, lifting a trembling small hand and repeatedly slapped Yu Chiyin's cheek, from light to heavy.
She called out anxiously, "Yu Chiyin, open your eyes, don't sleep... open your eyes!"
"Grandpa, is he, is he dead?"
Beside her, Wei Hang gulped, secretly glancing at Yu Chiyin's pale face, cautiously posing a question.
Upon hearing this voice, Lu Fengxuan turned her gaze sharply, her eyes like bloodthirsty blades fixed on Wei Hang's face, making him tremble uncontrollably.
Wei Hang sidled to hide behind Yu Longshou, his forehead and palms cold with sweat.
He had acted on Yu Longshou's signal earlier, using a cane to ambush Yu Chiyin, but at that moment, he was bewildered by temptation and hadn't thought twice.
Now witnessing Yu Chiyin's dying appearance, his heart was filled with panic.
Yu Longshou appeared unfazed, displaying a satisfied smile on his wrinkled face when Lu Fengxuan glared at him.
