Ever since the news came out six years ago that Lu Ming's father had been killed while traveling outside, he and Li Ping had depended on each other for survival.
Looking at Li Ping, Lu Ming's expression softened as he said, "Mother, it's fine. It was just a dream."
Noticing Lu Ming's pale complexion, Li Ping sat by his bed, touched his forehead, and said with a heart-wrenching ache, "It has been three days already. Every time, you scream that Lu Yao is trying to harm you, Ming'er. What on earth is going on? Could your injuries be because of Lu Yao..."
Chapter 1239