That moment of ruthless gaze startled even Lu's mother.
The divorce of her parents had dealt a profound blow to their children, and she fully grasped that now. The Lu Weixi of the past, despite her arrogance and pride, would never have turned herself into a weapon to desperately slaughter her enemies. But now they were without money, without power, without connections, without anything. She could only rely on herself, wielding bow and arrow, wielding ax and hatchet to kill enemies a hundred times stronger than her.
It was all her fault, all the fault of her being a mother. If not for her incompetence, for her uselessness, for her illness, her daughter would not have fallen to such a state, truly not...