She had only one thought now: 'I have to keep her calm and get her out the door.'
'There are people waiting outside. That's better than letting her go crazy in here.'
Qingya's instructions flashed through her mind—'Tonight, Lu Lu must be handed over smoothly. There can be no mistakes.'
'The path Qingya has arranged for her can't be ruined now.'
Song Chenglu narrowed her eyes, staring at her mother suspiciously. She slowly relaxed her grip and put down the shard.
But her eyes remained locked on her mother. She never trusted anyone easily, not even the woman who had given birth to and raised her.
"Mom, if you dare to lie to me, I'll kill myself right in front of you."
Her voice was low and trembling, carrying a final threat mixed with deep helplessness.
"I'm not lying to you. I promise, I won't lie."
Mrs. Song nodded repeatedly, her voice choked and her eyes red.
She had to keep up the act, even if her heart was bleeding.
"Let's go. Let's go somewhere no one can find us."
