Zhong Li and Gu Nanxi also saw her: "Dad, how is this woman here?"
"Qi Weidong, you're getting more and more out of line. It's one thing to not come home every day, but now you're even bringing this woman to the place you live. Do you think I'm dead?"
Li Jiaxue pointed her nail-polished finger at Qi Weidong, her voice sharp and grating.
Yu Lu seemed startled, her emotions suddenly becoming agitated, both hands waving frantically in the air.
Zhong Li quickly held her, soothing her in a soft voice: "Don't be afraid, Mom. I'm right here with you, it's okay, don't be scared."
Comforted by Zhong Li, Yu Lu's emotions gradually calmed down. In the past, whenever Yu Lu lost control, it would take a long time to calm her down, and in severe cases, she'd even need a sedative. Now, Zhong Li just coaxed her a bit, and she stopped acting up.
Qi Weidong looked at Yu Lu worriedly: "Take your mom upstairs to rest first; I'll handle this here."
