"Madam, are you alright!"
The butler shouted, hurried over, and supported Song Yinyin.
On the other end of the phone, Lu Jihan turned pale at these words, "Yinyin? Yinyin! How are you?!"
After four or five seconds, a rustling sound came through.
Then, the butler picked up the phone and said, "Young master, the second young lady just fainted from fright. You... you'd better come back and take a look!"
"Alright, I got it!"
He hung up the phone and looked back at Song Anqi.
Song Anqi coldly laughed at him, a look of pride on her face after her scheme had succeeded: "Lu Jihan, now you should understand the taste of losing a loved one, right? Let me tell you, your son is dead for sure this time! Hahaha!"
As she was laughing with her head tilted back, a strong hand suddenly seized her throat tightly.
"Mmm... mmm... Let! Let go of me..." Song Anqi's eyes widened, struggling to breathe, with veins bulging on her neck.
She could feel that Lu Jihan truly intended to take her life.
