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    The Yandere, Autistic Young Master’s Sister (19)

    Xu Xinghe rolled her eyes at Zhao Sisi and ignored her jumping in anger.

    Zhao Sisi’s mother was still talking, “These two little bastards must apologize to my daughter today!”

    “And who do you think you are?” A voice so cold it could freeze came from the door.

    Everyone looked towards the door. It was Lu Xiangbei. He was wearing a formal suit, clearly having rushed over.

    Xu Xinghe’s eyes lit up the moment she saw him. “Uncle Lu!”

    Lu Xiangbei immediately walked over to Xu Xinghe and Lu Hanchuan, crouching down to eye level with the two little ones. “Are you hurt?”

    Afraid he might worry, Xu Xinghe quickly shook her head. “No, Uncle Lu!”

    But Lu Hanchuan at the side wasn’t satisfied. With a cold little face, he exposed Xu Xinghe’s reddened hand. He didn’t say a word and just stared at Lu Xiangbei.

    It was as if he were saying that if Lu Xiangbei didn’t do something about this, he wasn’t his father.

    Seeing the red mark on Xu Xinghe’s hand, Lu Xiangbei’s brow furrowed with worry. Someone actually dared to lay a hand on a Lu family member. They must be tired of living!

    Zhao Sisi’s mother didn’t recognize Lu Xiangbei. She continued to demand apologies and compensation relentlessly.

    “Is your husband Zhao Fugui?” Lu Xiangbei looked at Zhao Sisi’s mother coldly and asked.

    Zhao Sisi’s mother gave him a dismissive glance. “Yes. Why, are you afraid?” She usually only cared about shopping and having fun. She had no idea what the head of the Lu family looked like.

    “Very well. The Zhao family’s day should also turn cold.” Lu Xiangbei pressed a few buttons on his phone and spoke coldly.

    Zhao Sisi’s mother sneered, thinking that he was just talking big. She immediately started spewing all kinds of foul words.

    Then the phone in her brand-new designer bag started ringing incessantly. She frowned and glanced at the caller ID.

    Seeing the two large characters “Husband,” she immediately answered.

    “Hello, hus—” Zhao Sisi’s mother was immediately cut off by her husband’s scolding.

    On the other end of the line, Zhao Fugui’s face was as dark as ink. He had just received a call saying that the Lu family was going to go after his small Zhao family!

    He panicked and asked the reason, and the person on the other end simply told him, “Control your wife and daughter.”

    “You wretched woman! You couldn’t pick anyone else to offend, but you had to offend the Lu family! Get your ass back here right now!” Zhao Fugui’s shouting over the phone was loud enough for everyone nearby to hear.

    Zhao Sisi’s mother’s face turned deathly pale. She was finished.

    “Head of the Lu family, a great man shouldn’t hold a grudge…”

    Lu Xiangbei had never been one to be morally blackmailed. “Sorry, but I’ve always been a petty man.”

    Seeing that pleading was not working, Zhao Sisi’s mother angrily turned to Zhao Sisi. She twisted her daughter’s arm. “Causing trouble! It’s all your fault.”

    She dragged Zhao Sisi out of the school by force.

    Lu Xiangbei gave Teacher Zhou a polite nod, then picked up the two little ones, one in each arm.

    “Wow!” Xu Xinghe exclaimed and then tightly wrapped her arms around Lu Xiangbei’s neck.

    Lu Hanchuan, on the other hand, went stiff but didn’t struggle. Both of Xing Xing’s hands were holding him.

    Lu Hanchuan felt a hint of happiness he hadn’t felt in a long time. Because Xing Xing was there, he was happy.

    Seeing Lu Xiangbei carrying them both out of the school, Xu Xinghe asked in confusion, “Uncle Lu, we’re not done with class yet.”

    Lu Xiangbei bounced them up a little higher. “No more class. I’m taking you out to play.” He looked at Xu Xinghe with a smile and saw her face light up with joy.

    Then he looked at Lu Hanchuan. Well, he might as well not have looked. His expression was like he was at a funeral.

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