Yan Song and Yun Ya walked in hand in hand from outside, the lights dim and hazy. Lu Yuke inadvertently raised her eyes, and the cold chill in the man's eyes was like a winter snow, freezing one's heart into an icy pool. Lu Yuke's hand trembled, and the bowl fell to the ground. She slowly got up, "Ah Song and Yun Ya are here, you accompany the old master, I'll head back first. Your Fifth Uncle can't do without anyone there."
After speaking, she tucked the old master's quilt in a bit and said with a smile, "Dad, Ah Song and Yun Ya are here to see you. Take care, I'll be leaving now."
When she turned her back to Yun Ya and Yan Song, her gaze held a warning.
The old master was trembling in anger.
Lu Yuke straightened up, smiled at Yun Ya and Yan Song, and walked toward the door. Before leaving, she thoughtfully closed the door.
Yan Song glanced in the direction where Lu Yuke had left, a chill of murderous intent flashing in his eyes.
Yun Ya tugged on his sleeve, "Brother Yan...."
