The Precious Daughter of the Lu family

"Yes." Qiao Xin nodded, her heart beating wildly.

"How old would she be now if she were alive?"

"Almost twenty-two," Su Xue said sadly. Then she sighed, looking as if she was feeling sorry for Wang Lin.

Gu Zhou didn't speak, but looked meaningfully at Su Xue and Qiao Xin.

Although Qiao Xin didn't understand what Su Xue had meant to achieve, or why Gu Zhou was asking more questions, she still put on a broken-hearted facade, even managing to squeeze out a few tears.

Su Xue brought Qiao Xin out of the room. Just as the two of them reached the living room door, they heard Gu Zhou speak.

"Butler, don't let any Tom, Dick, or Harry in here again!"

"Yes, yes, Second Young Master. There won't be a next time," the butler said, his voice tinged with fear.

Su Xue stopped in her tracks, cold sweat breaking out on her back. She glanced at Qiao Xin, who was standing next to her. She regretted her actions now.