"who is it?"
Under the dim light, a woman wearing a light-colored cheongsam appeared in the direction where her gun was pointed.
She lowered her head, her eyebrows exposed to the air were soft and affectionate.
"Are you... Mrs. Yu?"
Lin Wanwan was a little surprised and was thinking about whether to kidnap her again so that she could find out where the old man was.
Mrs. Yu had already walked over and passed her, "Hurry up and follow me!"
Lin Wanwan's eyes flashed and he quickly followed.
Mrs. Yu took her through several corridors with familiarity, and finally stopped in front of a room door, still lowering her head and not looking at her.
"Your grandpa is inside."
"Thank you." Lin Wanwan immediately opened the door.
With the sound of the door opening, a bullet was shot towards her!
Lin Wanwan tilted his head quickly and avoided the bullet while rushing forward. He took out a handful of the yellow sand he had touched before and sprinkled it forward.
The Lu family's butler who suddenly appeared was forced to retreat and received a punch in the chest.
As Lu Zhengyu's confidant, the housekeeper is naturally very skilled.
Lin Wanwan didn't care about anything else and concentrated on fighting with him.
At the critical moment, Mo Jiushang rushed over to clean up the aftermath. His thin pale lips opened slightly, and there was only one word, "Let."
Lin Wanwan complained about this guy's laziness and immediately got out of the way.
Mo Jiushang took a few steps forward, threw out a fist casually, and met the butler's swift fist.
The next second, the contempt on the butler's face turned into pain, his right arm hung limply, and his expression was abnormally twisted.
With a click, Mo Jiushang quickly dislocated his hands and feet, not forgetting to comfort him.
"Just be patient."
At this time, Lin Wanwan also found the old man in the corner of the darkroom.
After just one glance, her eyes became hot and tears welled up in her eyes.
The gray-haired old man was huddled in the corner and had already passed out.
The Tang suit on his body was torn to pieces by the whip, and the criss-crossing bloodstains had become inflamed and suppurated. The fingernails of his ten fingers had been pulled out, and the blurred flesh and blood were festering.
"grandfather… "
Lin Wanwan choked and stepped forward, not daring to touch his bruised body.
At this time, Mrs. Yu came over, her pale face unable to conceal her remorse, "Wan... don't cry yet, take him away quickly, Lu Zhengyu will find him soon!"
Lin Wanwan wiped his face and carefully carried the old man on his back.
"Mrs. Yu, thank you."
At this moment, Lin Wanwan felt a burning hatred for Lu Zhengyu.
One code after another, she clearly remembered the two times Mrs. Yu helped her.
Mrs. Yu shook her head, with various unknown emotions flashing through her eyes frequently, "My child, please leave quickly."
Lin Wanwan hummed and left the darkroom.
Mo Jiushang glanced at the housekeeper who was lying on the ground like a dead dog. After thinking about it, he gave up the plan of dragging him back.
too tired.
Under the cover of Mo Jiu Shang, Lin Wanwan carried the old man back to the balcony.
Standing in the darkness, Mrs. Yu breathed a long sigh of relief as she watched the old man being placed on a stretcher and hoisted into the helicopter.
Fortunately, Lu Zhanbei arrived at the critical moment. If the old man really died in Lu Zhengyu's hands, there would really be no room for change.
Watching Lin Wanwan's figure disappear from sight, Mrs. Yu suppressed the deep reluctance in her eyes and turned around to leave.
As soon as she arrived in the living room, Lu Zhengyu, who walked in from outside, rushed over and hugged her into his arms. The force was so strong that her body was aching.