Shen Zi took Gong Xuemei away, threatening to retaliate.
Lu Zhiyi was frightened and in desperation she turned on her cell phone and called Lu Zhihe for help.
But after she called, she suddenly remembered.
From last night till now, they have not contacted Lu Zhihe.
At first, she was afraid that Lu Zhihe would know that Lu Qinghao was seriously injured and hospitalized, and blame her and her mother.
But later on, I really forgot about it.
"You stupid girl, why don't you answer my question quickly! What on earth did you do outside that attracted Lu Yuchen?"
Lu Zhihe spoke a little loudly and tore the wound at the corner of his mouth.
He stroked the corner of his mouth depressedly, the bruises from being beaten by Lu Yuchen yesterday had not yet disappeared.
"Dad, I...we..." Lu Zhiyi didn't dare to say anything. Gong Xuemei was not there and her brother was still in a coma. She was afraid that Lu Zhihe would get angry and kick her out of the house.
But now, she can't escape.
Because Gong Xuemei had already been taken away by Shen Zi, the longer it was delayed, the greater the danger Gong Xuemei would be in.
Lu Zhiyi knew that Gong Xuemei was her only support in the Lu family.
Without Gong Xuemei, she would be nothing, so she could only give it her all.
"Dad, my brother just had surgery and is still in a coma. The Duchess of Reddington just came and took Mom away. She said that whatever Mom did to Yue Xinluo, she would take revenge on Mom in the same way! You... you should bring someone over quickly, I'm afraid it will be too late!"
“You…what did you say…” Lu Zhihe stood up from the sofa, holding his forehead, and almost fainted.
His son, his most valued heir, actually fell into a coma!
But the terrifying thing is not just that. Gong Xuemei, that troublesome woman, actually provoked the Duchess of Reddington!
Lu Zhihe finally stood firm, and said to the phone with a pale face: "I'll be here right now! Lu Zhiyi, tell me everything that happened now, don't hide a single word!"
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More than 20 minutes later, Lu Zhihe rushed to the intensive care unit with a group of bodyguards.
When Lu Zhiyi saw Lu Zhihe, her face lit up with joy.
She stood up and was about to call for help when Lu Zhihe came up and slapped her, knocking her down on the sofa.
He pointed at Lu Zhiyi and angrily cursed: "You damn girl, just go and die by yourself, why are you dragging your brother down!?"
“Dad, I… I didn’t…” Lu Zhiyi was shocked. She had never seen Lu Zhihe with such a stern and terrifying expression.
Lu Zhihe glanced at his son lying on the bed, and his heart ached as if blood was dripping from his body.
He was not a loyal man. He had been with many other women besides Gong Xuemei over the years, but the son born to Gong Xuemei was the one he loved the most.
The most important reason why he would take Gong Xuemei home was because of his son Lu Qinghao.
But now, his beloved son was lying unconscious on the bed with a bandage on his head.
But Lu Zhiyi, the evil spirit, was sitting next to them safely.
The more Lu Zhihe thought about it, the angrier he became, and the angrier he became, the more he disliked Lu Zhiyi.
After slapping Lu Zhiyi, Lu Zhihe was still not satisfied, so he rushed forward and kicked Lu Zhiyi hard several times.
Lu Zhiyi's right arm was dislocated and she was slapped in the face by Lu Zhihe. Sparks were coming out of her eyes and she saw Lu Zhihe kicking her angrily.
She wanted to dodge, but she had no strength to do so and could only watch Lu Zhihe kick her in the lower abdomen.
"Bitch! You're dragging down your brother. I'll beat you to death!"
Lu Zhihe was so angry that he wanted to kick Lu Zhiyi back to her mother's womb, so that she wouldn't drag down Lu Qinghao. (To be continued)