Shen Zi took Gong Xuemei away, threatening to retaliate with an eye for an eye.
Lu Zhiyi was terrified, she turned on her mobile phone in a hurry, and called Lu Zhihe for help.
But after calling, she suddenly remembered.
From last night until now, they have not contacted Lu Zhihe.
At first, he was afraid that Lu Zhihe would blame her and his mother when he found out that Lu Qinghao was seriously injured and hospitalized.
But later, it was really forgotten.
"Damn girl, why don't you hurry up when I ask you a question! What kind of good thing have you guys done outside? Why did you provoke Lu Yuchen!"
Lu Zhihe's voice was a little louder, which hurt the corner of his mouth.
He stroked the corner of his mouth depressedly, the bruise from Lu Yuchen's beating yesterday hadn't faded away.
"Dad, I...we..." Lu Zhiyi didn't dare to say it. Gong Xuemei was not here, and her brother was still in a coma. She was afraid that Lu Zhihe would get violent and drive her out of the house.
But now, she can't escape.
Because Gong Xuemei had already been taken away by Shen Zi, the more she dragged back, the greater the danger for Gong Xuemei.
Lu Zhiyi knew that in the Lu family, Gong Xuemei was her only support.
If there is no Gong Xuemei, she is nothing, she can only go all out.
"Dad, my brother just finished the operation and is still in a coma. The Duchess of Redington just came here and took away her mother. She said that she will exact the same revenge on her mother for what she did to Yue Xinluo! You... you bring someone over quickly, I'm afraid it will be too late if it's too late!"
"You... What are you talking about..." Lu Zhihe stood up from the sofa, held his forehead, and almost passed out.
His son, his most valued heir, fell into a coma!
But the scary thing was more than that, Gong Xuemei, that careless woman, actually provoked the Duchess of Reddington!
Lu Zhihe managed to stand still, turned pale and said to the phone, "I'll be right over now! Lu Zhiyi, tell me what happened right now, don't hide a single word!"
Twenty minutes later, Lu Zhihe rushed to the ICU with a group of bodyguards.
Seeing Lu Zhihe, Lu Zhiyi was overjoyed.
She stood up and was about to call for someone, when Lu Zhihe came up with a slap and slapped Lu Zhiyi down on the sofa.
Pointing at Lu Zhiyi, he scolded angrily: "Damn girl, you can just die yourself, why drag your brother down!?"
"Dad, I... I didn't..." Lu Zhiyi was frightened, she had never seen such a stern and terrifying expression on Lu Zhihe's face.
Lu Zhihe glanced at his son on the bed, his heart was bleeding from pain.
He was not a single-minded man in the first place, besides Gong Xuemei, he had no shortage of other women these years, but only the son Gong Xuemei gave birth to was his favorite.
The most important reason why he would take Gong Xuemei home was Lu Qinghao's son.
But now, his valued son was lying unconscious on the bed with a bandage on his head.
But Lu Zhiyi, the evil spirit, was sitting beside her safe and sound.
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 puzzled, and rushed up to kick Lu Zhiyi several times.
Lu Zhiyi's right arm was dislocated, she was slapped by Lu Zhihe on the face, sparks were shining in front of her eyes, and she saw Lu Zhihe kicking towards her angrily.
She wanted to hide, but she didn't have the strength to dodge at all, she could only watch Lu Zhihe kick her stomach.
"Bitch! Drag your brother down and see if I don't beat you to death!"
Lu Zhihe's teeth itch with hatred, wishing he could kick Lu Zhiyi back to her mother's womb, so as not to drag her down Lu Qinghao.