Suddenly, the door to the room opened.
When Lu Xiwei saw Lu Chengzhou and Gu Mang, she squeezed the papers in her hand and frowned. "What are you doing here?"
As though she didn't see Lu Xiwei, Gu Mang's cold gaze fell upon the old grandmother.
The old lady was stuck full of plastic tubes and her aged face was a sickly purple.
Suddenly Gu Mang's eyes narrowed.
She said coldly, "I can't guarantee anything."
In an instant, the room's atmosphere cooled a few degrees. Lu Chengzhou stared at Lu Xiwei.
It was an invisible pressure in the room. It was like a sharp, icy scalpel, pricking at Lu Xiwei's throat.
She felt as though she were caught by a giant airtight net. Her entire body felt the suffocation. Even her bones were trembling.
Lu Chengzhou's voice was cold. "Get out, all of you."