Lu Jingchi suddenly stood up and said, "It is impossible to rescue her. She won't come out for at least two years. If you can't accept this result, then we don't need to continue talking."

Seeing that he was about to leave, Mrs. Lu hurriedly stepped forward to stop him, "Okay, as long as you find a way to get her out, as long as it is not life imprisonment, it can be done for one or two years!"

When she thought that her daughter was still in prison and had to suffer for two or three years, Mrs. Lu felt sad and tears surged into her eyes.

Lu Jingchi frowned, turned around and left the living room.

When he came out, he took the umbrella handed over by the servant. He didn't know what he thought of and walked back.

There is a backyard in Lu's house, and almost no one comes. When the old man lived here, he liked to grow flowers. In the past, the yard is full of flowers.

Later, after the old man passed away, the place was almost abandoned, and only servants would come to clean occasionally.

The flowers in the garden once became desolate, and only some ascites trembled in the rain.

He stepped on the grass on the ground and walked towards the attic.

Jiang Lan in the basement heard the sound of raindrops hitting the umbrella, and she quickly stood up and looked through the gap.

In her narrow vision, she only saw a pair of long legs, windbreakers hanging on both sides, leather shoes stomped in the muddy ground, and muddy soles of shoes.

Her pupils dilated a little bit.

Jiang Lan stared at the legs, and even his breathing stopped.

She thought he would stop at the door, but... he walked straight over.

She looked panicked and hurriedly reached out to push the wooden board, but the wooden board was stuck in the soil, and she could not shake a trace of it with all her strength.

Seeing that the man was about to walk out of sight, she clasped her iron rod tightly and shook her desperately, making a very weak sound, not as loud as the raindrops.

Jiang Lan slapped the iron railing door frantically, his fingers numb, but the man didn't even stop.

Until she tried her best, she could no longer see a corner of his clothes.

She was desperate.

The light ignited in his eyes broke little by little again, why didn't he look down at him...

Why is he so stupid?

Jiang Lan lowered her hands weakly and stared at the gap. The rain splashed in and fell into her eyes, making her tears slid down.

She leaned against the wall and slowly slid on the ground.

She covered her lower abdomen and felt a slight pain inside. Because she had been hungry for a day and a night, her stomach was also twitching.

The call for help just now had used all her strength. She leaned against the wall and looked up at the gap.

I hope that the person will come back again.

But she waited for a long time, but she couldn't wait for the hero in her memory to come back.

The night engulfs the world little by little, but there are dim lights outside the iron railings.

That was the light emitted by the floor lamp, and it was also the only color that Jiang Lan could see now.

Lu Jingchi went up to the attic, opened the door, and the heating came to his face.

The place was cleaned very clean, but it was too clean, making the room look particularly empty.

Many things were moved away, and what was left behind were nothing but useless tables and chairs.

He pushed open the door to the side, and it was particularly messy inside. All the things that the old man had during his lifetime were piled up here.

Lu Jingchi opened one of the drawers, which contained a yellowed book.
Chapter completed!