Aunt Lu's brother loved money and thought that since his sister was already dead, her innocence and injustice should be gone with the wind. How could a real car and house not be more attractive?
Just as he was deep in thought, a calm voice suddenly sounded. "I request to call the police."
A huge crack appeared on Mr. Lu's elegant face. Everyone looked in the direction of the voice and saw Lu Qianyu standing at the door.
Everyone was dumbfounded.
They did not expect Lu Qianyu to come.
She was followed by two police officers.
"Qianyu?" Old Madam Lu looked stunned.
Lu Qianyu glanced at her grandmother indifferently. Her gaze was cold. After all, the grandmother in her memory had never had a trace of love for her. Every time, she would either hit her or scold her for being a good-for-nothing.
"Qianyu, why are you here?" Mr. Lu stood up in shock.
Qianyu said, "I heard about her death. The officer gave me a few hours of parole."
