Lu Lin looked in despair as the painter walked towards him step by step.
Although the other person had a smile on his face, it was extremely cold.
He looked at Lu Lin as if he were looking at a corpse.
The onlookers, the residents of the residential area, also seemed to realize that Lu Lin's situation was dire, and shouted for him to run quickly.
At home.
The neighbor who reported rushed to Lu Lin's door, banging it loudly.
"Old Lu, Old Lu, go check it out, your son is being beaten up in the residential area."
"What!"
Lu Ping opened the room door, listened to a simple report of the situation downstairs, and raced down without even changing shoes.
"Wait a minute, take your weapon."
Meng Yu shouted, coming out of the kitchen carrying a kitchen knife.
"Right."
Lu Ping agreed, quickly returned to the house, grabbed a small package and rushed out.
Meng Yu also carried the kitchen knife, in her pajamas, and followed him downstairs.
