Attacking the Heart?

"How could he possibly be dead?!"

Lu Hemu shot up from his chair, overcome with emotion.

Tears shimmered in Zhou Ping'er's eyes as she spoke softly, "Didn't Lu Li's name disappear from all three rankings long ago?"

"Then what's with that vacant first-place spot?" Lu Hemu fired back rapidly. "If Lu Li had truly died, why would the rankings have turned out like that?"

"I'm not sure either. Perhaps there's something wrong with the rankings themselves," Zhou Ping'er replied unhurriedly. "Previously, there was no conclusive evidence, so we hadn't confirmed that Lu Li was dead."

"But just now, I received news from the Chen Family and saw Lu Li's corpse with my own eyes."

"That's why I came to tell you the news..."

"The Chen Family? News? Lu Li's corpse?" Lu Hemu's thoughts immediately became a tangled mess, as though his head had turned into a pot of paste.

He could understand every word Zhou Ping'er said.

But why did they become incomprehensible once strung together?

Everything around him seemed to have sunk into a mire, turning sluggish and slow.

"Don't panic. Pack up a few things, and I'll take you to see him right away." Zhou Ping'er's voice became even gentler, carrying an irresistible power of persuasion. "On the way, I'll briefly explain what happened."

"Alright, alright... Tell me quickly. Let's go..." Lu Hemu's pupils slowly lost focus, and his expression turned somewhat blank.

He lightly tugged at the woman's sleeve and muttered under his breath.

No matter how one looked at him, he resembled an obedient little dog.

Wang Xuyan, who had been eavesdropping nearby, felt her heart sink, her expression turning unpleasant.

It wasn't that she cared whether Lu Li lived or died, or that she felt sorrow for him.

The only reason she was anxious was