Servants came to fetch Luo Qinghe, saying that the old master was calling for her.
Luo Qinghe then went to the downstairs bedroom. "Grandpa."
Luo Huaiyu was still bedridden, in poor spirits, with phlegm in his throat, and the room was filled with his heavy breathing. "We can't find the body, and we can't delay any longer, prepare for the funeral."
The Luo Family was still keeping the incident of Luo Changde's demise from the public.
Luo Qinghe responded, "Understood."
Luo Huaiyu sat up. "Is this matter taken care of?"
She said, "Rest assured."
Truly heartless.
How did the Luo family raise such a creature?
Luo Huaiyu coughed up a mouthful of phlegm, spit it on paper, and tossed it into the trash can. "I've already destroyed the original document, from now on live peacefully, don't do anything else."
Another mishap, not only she, but the entire Luo Family would suffer.
