Chapter 697 - 697: What Happened?

Chapter 697 - 697: What Happened?

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There was no sign of Lù Chuan or the Old Master.

Shi Qingyue heaved a sigh of relief and pulled Lù Yue’an up to the second floor right behind her.



She dragged Shi Qingyue back to her own room.

After Lù Yue’an entered the room, she was very confused and looked at Shi Qingyue.

Shi Qingyue was still panting heavily, as if she was being chased by someone.

Lù Yue’an knit her brows and looked at her, rubbing her own wrist subconsciously.

She looked at Shi Qingyue hesitantly and called out, “Mom?”

Shi Qingyue suddenly turned to look at her. Lù Yue’an was frightened by Shi Qingyue’s gaze.

“Mommy, what happened?”

Shi Qingyue slowly calmed down as she watched Lù Yue’an .

“No, it’s nothing.”

Lù Yue’an’s brows were still tightly knitted; she clearly did not believe her.



Lù Yue’an did not see the news she wanted to see even after looking through them one by one.

She scrolled through the interface and found the chat that she had sent previously. The newest message was still the same one she had sent—the other party had not replied.

Lù Yue’an’s eyes darkened. She looked at the chat box on her phone and scrolled up to look at the chat history from before.

As flipped through the messages, all the way until a few years ago.

A few years ago, the other party spoke much more and gave more instructions, while she only replied with a few words. At that time, she still felt very annoyed by it and did not actually want to reply at all.

However, now that her identity had changed, the one who did not want to reply was the other party.

Lù Yue’an could not help but feel disappointed. It was very difficult for her to accept the current situation.

She debated whether to send another message, or to make a phone call.

She clenched her fists, unable to make up her mind.

At this moment, a message popped up.

Stunned, Lù Yue’ an clicked on it and took a look.

The last time the two of them chatted was around August or September.

Zhu Hui: [An’an, are you free? Can we go out for a walk?]