Lu Yingxue called out again and again, even if the sound of the rain was overwhelming.
Everyone in the mansion heard it.
Qiao Xi wanted to leave the room, but was stopped by Huo Xingzhou.
"The night is cold, just rest at home. Let her call a few more times, consider it as venting for Grandma."
After all, seeing Lu Yingxue in such a pathetic state was rare.
Qiao Xi stood on the second floor, looking at the frail figure drenched in rain below.
She could not forget that similar night.
"Do you think Cheng Qingnian will go to see her? A mother's heart is soft, with her daughter standing pitifully in the rain, won't she be swayed?" Qiao Xi said, her tone carrying an inexplicable mockery.
But as soon as she finished speaking, she heard hurried footsteps from the staircase outside.
She would not stop it.
Nothing that happens tonight can prevent the downfall of the Lu Family.
