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"Move aside."
Lu Qingyi's eyes were slightly cold, her gaze on Aunt Lin becoming icier.
Aunt Lin stood still, too afraid to move. She feared that if Lu Qingyi went in, something like last time might happen again.
"Will you move aside yourself or shall I make you?"
Lu Qingyi crossed her arms, her icy gaze fixed on Aunt Lin.
Refuse to budge?
She had a thousand ways to get inside.
"Miss, please don't be rash."
Aunt Lin hurriedly opened the door, her voice slightly tense.
Having witnessed Lu Qingyi's impulsive behavior, she was genuinely afraid of what she might do next.
Lu Qingyi walked straight into the Lu mansion without even giving Aunt Lin a glance.
Aunt Lin followed quietly behind Lu Qingyi, not daring to say a word.
She was truly afraid.
The television was still on in the living room. Yao Meishu was sitting with her legs crossed, with a facial mask on, leisurely watching a television drama. She seemed quite content.