Lu Jingchi suddenly stood up, "It's impossible to save her. She won't come out for at least two years. If you can't accept this result, then there is no need for us 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's not life imprisonment, it can be one or two years!"

When she thought that her daughter was still in prison and would have to suffer for two or three years, Mrs. Lu felt sour in her heart and tears welled up in her eyes.

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

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

Lu's house has a backyard, and almost no one comes here. The old man used to live here when he was alive. He liked to grow flowers, and the yard used to be full of flowers.

Later, after the old man passed away, the place was almost deserted, with only servants occasionally coming to clean it.

The flowers that once filled the garden have become desolate, with only some shallow grass trembling in the rain.

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

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

In her narrow vision, she could only see a pair of long legs, a windbreaker hanging on both sides, and leather shoes stepping on the muddy ground, with muddy water on the soles.

Her pupils dilated little by little.

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

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

Her expression became panicked, and she hurriedly reached out to push the wooden board, but the wooden board was stuck in the soil, and she could not move it even even with all her strength.

Seeing that the man was about to walk out of sight, she gripped the iron rod tightly and shook it desperately. The sound she made was extremely weak, not as loud as the sound of raindrops.

Jiang Lan slapped the iron gate frantically, his fingers numb from the shock, but the man didn't even stop.

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

She was desperate.

The light in his eyes was shattered a little bit again, why didn't he lower his head and take a look...

Why is he so stupid?

Jiang Lan lowered her hands feebly and stared at the gap. Rainwater splashed in and fell into her eyes, causing tears to fall from her eyes.

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

She held her lower abdomen, feeling a dull pain inside, because she had been hungry all day and night, and her stomach was also twitching.

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

Hope that 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.

Night is swallowing up the world little by little, but there is still a dim light outside the iron fence.

That is the light emitted by the floor lamp, and it is also the only color Jiang Lan can see now.

Lu Jingchi went up to the attic, opened the door, and felt the warm air blowing in his face.

The place was cleaned very well, but it was too clean, making the room seem extra empty.

A lot of things had been moved away, and all that was left were useless tables and chairs.

He pushed open the door on the side, and it was extremely messy inside. All the old man's belongings were piled here.

Lu Jingchi opened one of the drawers and found a yellowed book inside.
Chapter completed!