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"14 years ago…" Meng Fuyao was shocked. "When did Old Lu enter? Was it 14 years ago as well?"

"Yes. 14 years." The woman turned to look at Old Lu, who was whimpering on the floor. Her expression was one of sadness and helplessness.

Usually, Meng Fuyao might have been touched by such an act of supporting each other during humble circumstances. But right now, she was very frustrated, and there were burning questions in her mind, so she could not care less. She asked, "Who wants to kill you two?"