Yun Ya turned to leave, his cold gaze sweeping over with a hint of viciousness.
Lu Yuke absolutely believed this woman would do something unfavorable to Feng'er.
"Wait."
Yun Ya's steps didn't falter at all, pulling Yan Song along as he strode away.
As their figures were about to disappear at the secret room's exit, Lu Yuke suddenly panicked. Ji Yunya was right. Although she had done all sorts of evil deeds throughout her life, she was truly without any reproach towards her youngest son. Ji Yunya had precisely grasped her weakness, forcing her to submit.
But then she thought again, Feng'er wouldn't live much longer anyway. Suffering such pain alive, wouldn't it be better just to...
No... how could she think this way? Feng'er's life had already been so tragic; his final journey in life should be passed peacefully. Moreover, she didn't want her image to collapse in Feng'er's heart at all.
"I planted a bomb at your engagement party," Lu Yuke suddenly shouted.
