Zhuo Junyue held her in his arms, gently patting her shoulder, "Don't let An An know about this. Let me handle it."
Ningyan nodded, "Hmm, no matter what, even though we gave money back then, it was because of the Lu family's daughter that our daughter survived. So, you must find a way to make sure they live better."
"I know..."
The Lu Family isn't short of money. Lu Zifeng is a university teacher, and Feng Zhihe, when not ill, was a famous pastry chef.
However, repaying that life isn't so easy.
Ah Hu was tasked with taking Madame Lu back, and in the car, Madame Lu had calmed down, neither crying nor making a fuss along the way.
The car arrived at the Lu Family's apartment building. Ah Hu glanced at her, "Do you need me to accompany you upstairs, ma'am?"
"No need..."
Lu Mingfei opened the car door, "Mom, we're home."
Feng Zhihe got out of the car. She was inherently beautiful, but too thin, making her look very fragile, as if a gust of wind could knock her down.
