This old scoundrel was too sinister, actually killing his own son. This was the life of the wealthy; living in such a place chilled one to the bone.
Luo Yan's eyes were red and swollen. She wept uncontrollably, her light makeup streaked by tears. No matter how strong she was, she couldn't bear this outcome.
The wealthy... She had always lived in this filthy place, where even one's own relatives would be sacrificed, just for the family's survival.
Is this a home? It's simply Hell.
Luo Yan gripped Chu Hao's hand tightly, her head bowed as tears streamed down her face.
Her body trembling, Luo Yan pleaded, "Chu Hao, help me."
Chu Hao's heart ached, sensing Luo Yan's utter helplessness.
He patted Luo Yan's shoulder and said, "I'll take you away."
At that moment, taking Luo Yan away from the Luo family was the greatest help he could offer.
