The brightly lit great hall.
Old Sir Lu sat on the luxurious sofa with a stern expression.
Father Lu knelt on the ground with the same unsightly complexion, cold sweat dripping from his forehead, clearly terrified.
Lu Mother was there too, her once graceful and luxurious demeanor now wan, cosmetics unable to mask her exhaustion.
Seeing Lu Qingyan arrive.
With a complex look in her eyes, she glanced at her son. The woman who usually loved to provoke Jiang Nanshu was unusually silent, seemingly in despair.
[Eh, what's up with Lu Qingyan's mom? Could she have been infected too? Weren't they supposed to be in a love-hate relationship? Could they still have a sexual relationship?]
Lu Mother had lost affection for Father Lu.
Even hated him.
Because of her hatred for him, she also despised her own son.
Only over matters with the Shang Family would Lu Mother lower herself to please Father Lu once again, perhaps their most harmonious times, marked with interest-fueled joy.
