Lu Chenyuan heard that at the mental institution where Lu Jiahe was, there were still people from the Li Family detained there.
He didn't want to inquire further, as it was none of his business.
Lu Chenyuan left first.
Li Jingshen was in front of his car, lowering his head to light a cigarette, his casual glance inadvertently caught a glimpse of a graceful silhouette not far away.
The girl had chin-length short hair, her skin as white as the cold moonlight.
Behind her was a tall and sturdy bodyguard, highlighting her petite figure. The girl was squatting by the roadside, cuddling a dirty little dog, her rosy lips moving as she seemed to say something to the filthy stray dog.
Soon, the bodyguard behind the girl took off his suit and handed it to her. The dirty stray dog was wrapped in the suit, lifted by the girl, and they left in the opposite direction.
