Lu Hechen's whole body tensed up, his face darkened.
How fortunate he was to have received Weilan's call at that moment, how fortunate to have arrived in time to take a stab for Weilan.
Lu Heyan, he dared to say it.
Squinting, Lu Hechen looked at the scruffy man in front of him, this so-called younger brother by a few years.
They fell in love with the same woman.
"Brother, I know you're going to be very angry inside, and I don't expect you to forgive me today," Lu Heyan said, raising his eyes to look at Lu Hechen, staring right at him. "I did think about that."
Lu Hechen's breath stalled for a moment.
He glared at Lu Heyan, his handsome features tainted with coldness, his entire face tense due to Lu Heyan's words.
