Lu Zhu saw Yue Qingqing appear out of nowhere and seemed dazed for a second.
"The person you brought?"
Yue Qingqing introduced, "My uncle."
After greetings were exchanged, Zhan Zhenfang leaned on her daughter as if relieved, her face full of apprehension.
If this comrade hadn't pretended to be a journalist and come over today, she really wouldn't have known how to handle the situation.
Last time, frightened by Lu Zhu, they fled in a panic, but this time they clearly came prepared and even brought Lu Lei along.
After all, Lu Zhu was just a high school girl.
Although she could intimidate them temporarily with her tenacity, she couldn't gain the upper hand in front of two grown men.
"Why did you come today?" Lu Zhu led them into the yard, where things were a mess, with several bowls shattered on the ground.
Zhan Zhenfang looked distressed, "Just now, while Xiaozhu was out buying groceries, they barged in and Grandma Lu smashed a lot of things."
