She hadn't heard Lu Bai's voice for almost a year, yet it often echoed in her mind, "Aunt Ling might not be able to see Lin Jingsheng."
Lin Jingsheng's body went stiff, "Xiaojiu... what have you done? Where's my mom?"
"She's with me," Lu Xiaojiu said flatly, "I must say, Aunt Ling is truly naive, still thinking I'm the Lu Xiaojiu from a year ago. Lu Bai, if you want Aunt Ling to live, trade your life for hers."
"Xiaojiu!" Aunt Ling frowned, unwilling to see them killing each other like this.
Lu Bai spoke in a low voice, "You've hurt my mom. If you want my life, feel free to take it, just don't harm my mom."
