After returning home, Aunt Zhou was very happy.

She is like a half mother to me. When she's happy, I'm happy too.

Aunt Zhou happily said, "I'll make the sweet and sour spare ribs that Yao Yao likes. I've been losing weight from hunger these past few days..."

Just as she turned around, her body suddenly convulsed.

I sensed something was wrong and looked at her back, frozen in place.

Aunt Zhou slowly turned around, her eyes turned white, her face turned purple, no longer resembling a human.

Lu Mingyin let out a scream.

At the same time, a gunshot rang out.

"Bang!"

Blood and a corpse fell to the ground.

I looked at Lu Zhao. He retracted the gun and picked up his phone to immediately contact someone to deal with the body.

It's as if Aunt Zhou didn't die, as if she wasn't the person who had taken care of him for twenty years.

A familiar tremor came over me, as if I were wrapped in ice, unable to move from my spot.

If Lu Zhao could kill Aunt Zhou without hesitation, then what about me?

Would he abandon me too? Become a body lying on the ground, and then watch him coldly instruct someone to handle the corpse.

Perhaps I made a mistake.