The half-open door was kicked in forcefully, hitting the wall behind it with a dull thud.
The only person who would enter the Riverfront Apartnt with such an attitude was Lu Zhengmao.
In a cold voice, he instructed the driver who had co with him, "Wait outside."
The driver nodded respectfully, "Yes."
The household servants also sensibly walked out and closed the door behind them.
In the quiet living room stood three people: Lin Chu halfway up the stairs, Lu Huai’an calm and indifferent, and Lu Zhengmao, whose very hair seed to bristle with anger.
The mont Lu Zhengmao walked in, the temperature in the air changed.
He could never have imagined that a month after the old man’s passing, Lu Huai’an, silent for five years, would find Lin Chu and bring her back to An City.
The look in his eyes toward Lin Chu was like a dagger, as if faced with an enemy seen again after years, "Lu Huai’an, explain this to !"
A voice restrained with anger rang out firmly.
"It’s exactly as you know," Lu Huai’an spoke lightly, showing no intention of further explanation.
Lin Chu, a living person, since she returned to An City and was staying in this house, it was impossible to keep it from Lu Zhengmao forever; he would find out sooner or later.
Lu Huai’an took long strides from the dining room to the living room and said to Lin Chu, "Go upstairs first."
Go upstairs?
Why go upstairs?
Lin Chu acted as if she didn’t hear what Lu Huai’an said; she had planned to go upstairs but changed her mind now.
Turning around, she leisurely descended the stairs.
"Ah, isn’t this Uncle Lu? Your voice sounds full of vigor, and you look quite well, tsk tsk tsk, is heaven blind?"
Her tone was light, in stark contrast to the words spoken.
Lu Zhengmao, who had co in anger, was further provoked by Lin Chu’s nonchalant deanor, "You!"
He raised his arm, about to slap Lin Chu, but was intercepted by Lu Huai’an midway.
His body trembled with rage as he shouted in disappointnt, "Lu Huai’an, you’re sothing! Are you still a mber of the Lu Family? You’ve lost your mind to this extent! Protecting a murderer! How will you face your mother and grandfather after a hundred years!"
Murderer...
The faintly smiling Lin Chu stood before the father and son.
The mocking look in her eyes beca an unabashed provocation in Lu Zhengmao’s eyes, causing the anger in his eyes to blaze even hotter.
Lu Huai’an’s hand that had intercepted his father’s raised arm bulged with veins, his joints faintly white.
His sharp features remained indifferent as ever, his dark eyes teeming with a hidden darkness, yet on the surface calm as ever, he spoke lightly, "That’s my business, there’s no need for you to be concerned."
"Ungrateful child!" Lu Zhengmao shook off Lu Huai’an’s grip, his eyes reddened with fury, his pointing finger trembling slightly, "As long as I’m here, what you have in mind will never happen!"
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After Lu Zhengmao slamd the door and left, the flas in the air seed to linger.
Sitting on the sofa, Lin Chu’s expression was exceedingly calm; she almost thought Lu Zhengmao would be angered to death right there, thereby centing her reputation as a ’murderer’.
"Lu Huai’an, I don’t understand what you want."
Similar disputes and conflicts would beco more frequent from today. If he only wanted to trap her by his side to tornt or take revenge, why protect her just now?
The other party is his biological father, also his closest person.
When Lu Zhengmao’s cane landed on his back, he didn’t even flinch.
Lu Huai’an lowered his eyes, all emotions hidden in the deepest corners, speaking faintly, "As long as I know in my heart, it’s enough."
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