Song Zhen had always relied on himself; he was the god of his own world.
But now, facing Lu Xunzhi, he suddenly understood one thing—a father is a father, and a son is a son.
He had no choice but to accept it!
"So, the next thing he has to get rid of is definitely you!"
After Lu Xunzhi said this, he looked at him: "This is also why I decided to come and talk to you overnight after figuring it out. This matter cannot be delayed until tomorrow. You must start being prepared now!"
Song Zhen: "I understand."
"Actually..." Lu Xunzhi suddenly chuckled softly, holding a cup of milk tea, and said warmly, "All of this is within Song Enshuo's plan. He has thought of everything perfectly, leaving no evidence, no mistakes. However, there is one person, one thing, that is beyond his expectation, and it could catch him off guard, exposing his flaws."
Lu Xunzhi remained calm and confident.
This demeanor made Song Zhen ponder: When I reach Lu Xunzhi's age, will I be as impressive as he is?
