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Even though the streamer was asleep, the chat room was still buzzing with activity.

Wen Qi exclaimed that this generation of netizens is truly dedicated; they really do their job when something happens.

She turned off the live stream, turned around, and went into the bathroom to wash up.

After I finished tidying up, there was a soft knock on the door.

Butler Fang stood at the door: "Young Madam, breakfast is ready."

Wen Qi opened the door: "Bring it up in a bit."

"OK."

"How's Lu Jisheng doing?"

Butler Fang reported truthfully: "The doctor came to treat it yesterday. The injury has worsened, and the wound has reopened. The doctor specifically instructed that..."

You must be extra careful in the future and avoid any further injuries. If you get injured repeatedly, the injuries will be difficult to heal.

Wen Qi wasn't surprised.

If Lu Jisheng's injuries had happened to anyone else, they would have either been fatal or paralyzed.

"Okay, let's hold back for the next few days and let him recover."

"..."

Butler Fang was used to it and instantly understood what Wen Qi meant.

Let it heal before fighting again.

"Go and make several copies of all the surveillance footage from the villa, and send one copy to Lu Zhenhua later."

"Okay, I'll bring up the young mistress's breakfast and then go make the arrangements." Butler Fang turned and went downstairs.

About three minutes later, Butler Fang brought breakfast to Wen Qi's room.

Wen Qi ate her breakfast leisurely, her mind racing with calculations.

She also needs to "visit" Lu Jisheng later.

Even if I have 15 percent of the shares, I need to find a way to get them. A man only behaves when he has nothing.

Lu Zhenhua barely slept a wink all night; his eyes were bloodshot, his face was haggard, and he reeked of cigarette smoke.

He kept an eye on the commotion downstairs all night.

He waited until it was quiet downstairs before leaving his study and running to knock on the door of Old Master Lu's room.

Inside the room, Old Master Lu had barely slept either, sitting up all night in silence.

I heard a knock at the door and waited a while before getting up to open it.

"dad."

Old Master Lu said coldly, "You and your good-for-nothing son have ruined the reputation of the Lu family for generations. I have no face to acknowledge you as my son."

Lu Zhenhua dared not refute, and turned to look at the stairwell.

Fearing being photographed by reporters downstairs, she squeezed into the room sideways and closed the door behind her.

"Dad, I know you're angry, but it's too late to stay angry now. Try to think about it from a different perspective."

"Now that the villa is demolished, you don't have to work according to Wen Qi's rules anymore. It's a case of losing money to avoid further trouble. Besides, Wen Qi will be overseeing the demolition, so she definitely won't have time to keep an eye on the house anymore."

Lu Zhenhua had no choice but to try his best to find some reasons to put the old man at ease.

Old Master Lu glared at him, thinking, "Paying money is better than getting into trouble?"

The Lu family is on the verge of bankruptcy, and the disaster shows no sign of ending.

"Dad, I've arranged your accommodation. It's far from the city center and in a quiet environment."

Old Master Lu snorted heavily: "Then what are you still standing there for?"

"What?"

"Leave now? Do you want to wait for those reporters to surround you and publicly execute you?"

Lu Zhenhua was taken aback: "I'll take Dad there right now."

Grandpa Lu walked out of the room.

Lu Zhenhua followed behind.

The two had just reached the top of the stairs when they ran into Wen Qi.

Old Master Lu and Lu Zhenhua stopped in their tracks at the same time, their faces stiff and unsightly.

Wen Qi is simply the nemesis of the Lu family.

The more you try to avoid something, the more unavoidable it becomes.

Grandpa Lu frowned, turned his face away, and didn't want to talk to Wen Qi.

Lu Zhenhua wanted to wait for the old man to speak, but the old man turned his head away.

His lips twitched slightly, and he forced a smile onto his stiff face: "Qiqi, get up."

Wen Qi's gaze swept over the two of them: "What are you two rushing around for so early in the morning?"