Lu Huanting was eager to save people, and while allowing Lu Qi to follow the car in front of him, he called Lu Yuchen.

Lu Huanting couldn't help but rejoice at this moment. Fortunately, a few days ago, he wanted to find a chance to apologize to Lu Yuchen's mother and son and saved their phone calls.

After waiting for a long time, the call was finally connected.

"Hey, who?" Lu Yuchen's cold and indifferent voice came from the other end of the phone.

Lu Huanting said quickly: "Yuchen, it's me, father...you..."

Before the words were finished, there was a beeping sound in the receiver.

Lu Yuchen didn't even listen, so he hung up the phone.

Lu Huanting didn't give up and fought again.

As soon as he hit, he was hung up again, he hit and hung up again.

When he called three times in a row, Lu Yuchen had already put his number on the blacklist.

Lu Huanting was so angry that his liver hurts. He rarely did a good thing, and he was even misunderstood.

It's really hard to be a good person!

Holding his breath, he called Zhuo Yarong again.

Surprisingly, Zhuo Yarong and Lu Yuchen acted almost exactly the same, and hung up the phone when they heard his voice.

He didn't even give him a second or third chance before hanging up the phone.

"These two mothers and sons have been like this for decades... Lu Qi, follow up, don't follow. Let's follow up first!"

*

At the same time, Xin Luo was taking An An and Dudu to cultivate in the manor on the outskirts of the city.

Chen Yichen and others are here to look after them.

This is the ‘secret base’ of the second personality. Even Lu Qi and others don’t know it, and it’s even more impossible for others to find it.

Xin Luo and Lu Yuchen reached a consensus that they would cultivate here until they gave birth.

But now, when Luo coaxed the two babies to take a nap and was about to rest.

The phone on the table shook.

As usual, she picked up the phone and clicked on the message she had just received.

A photo of a child sleeping in the back seat of the car with his hands **** appeared in her sight.

"Pattern—"

The mobile phone landed.

Xinluo quickly covered her mouth and looked at the two little babies on the bed.

Seeing that they were still sleeping soundly and not awakened by this movement, she bit her lower lip tightly and resisted the shaking.

Even though the tears had already burst the embankment, I didn't make myself cry.

Yoyo, her Yoyo——

who is it? Who is so vicious that you took her away!

In August of pregnancy, Xinluo told herself not to be anxious, not to be messy, there was still a baby in her belly that needed her protection.

But no matter how sensible she is, Youyou's small body will flash through her mind countless times.

There was a picture of him being tortured and being persecuted.

The heartache is like twisting, almost like cramping and eclipsing.

Xin Luo knew that she knew that she shouldn't be like this and shouldn't continue to worry.

But the fact that Youyou was arrested was the most unexpected blow to her.

Even if she knew she shouldn't continue thinking, Xin Luo still couldn't help but worry and worry, and her stomach even started to hurt.

No, she knew it was a sign of contractions.

Xinluo took a big breath, braced herself to stand firm, and wanted to go out and call people.

At this moment, the phone shook again suddenly, and a new message came.

"If you want your son to survive, within 30 minutes, go to the warehouse at 81 Chengjing Avenue alone. You are not allowed to tell anyone, and you are not allowed to take anyone. If I find out that you have taken other people, I promise you will give it to you. The son collects the body. Yue Xinluo, you have to believe that I can do it."

Following the text message, there was also a picture of Lu Aitong holding a knife on Youyoubai's tender face.

The heart twitched instantly.

Xin Luo didn't have any time to think about it, and immediately replied: "Don't hurt Youyou, I will listen to you!"