Lu Lingche looked at Madam Lu in his elder brother's arms, his eyes flashed briefly with a cold murderous intent: "If I've gone mad, it's because she drove me to madness."
As he spoke, he slowly descended the staircase, passing by Lu Mingzhen without turning his head, brushing past him.
Yuanshan still clutched Qiao Lainan's hair tightly, disregarding her crying, and followed Lu Lingche out of the villa.
The bone-chilling night wind slightly soothed Lu Lingche's feverish body. He glanced at the pitiful Qiao Lainan and said coldly, "I give you two choices; one is to bear the consequences of tonight yourself and spend the rest of your life in agony in prison. The other is to confess the mastermind behind tonight's incident and the one who directed you to drug Director Song. Only then can you save yourself."
Qiao Lainan immediately knelt down, desperately shaking her head: "It has nothing to do with me! President Lu, I swear, neither of these things were done by me!"