Xu Xiuxiu's serious and cautious calling momentarily stunned Lu Xiangxiang. The latter gazed at Xu Xiuxiu, her eyes somewhat lifeless and hazy, as if she were waiting for Xu Xiuxiu to pronounce a death sentence upon her. Lu Xiangxiang felt that never before had she experienced such fear and anticipation as she did at this moment, because she knew all too well that the incident had gotten far too big. Even Lu Jianhang, that man, was helpless and couldn't cover it up. Otherwise, if it had been like any other day, even though Lu Jianhang would have been utterly disappointed with his daughter, he would certainly not have stood by and watched as he did this time.
However, it was obvious that Xu Xiuxiu was her last hope, and she was truly afraid that this final hope would be strangled.
