Chu Munan directly looked up at her, his face suddenly revealing a gentle and cultured smile. However, the innate temperament he exuded made it impossible to ignore. He set down the bowl and chopsticks in his hands, and immediately someone handed him a napkin. He took it and elegantly wiped the corner of his mouth, then raised his eyes to look at Song Qiao opposite him, his thin lips curving slightly. "I just want to borrow Mrs. Lu for a bit to meet with Lu Jingchen, that's all."
She gazed at the man's refined and noble visage, taking quite a while before speaking up. "Do you have a grudge against him?"
"No." The three somber and heavy words fell, as Chu Munan once again curved his lips, speaking deliberately, "It's just that there is something of mine currently in Mr. Lu's possession. As long as I retrieve my belonging, I will naturally release Mrs. Lu. Mrs. Lu can rest assured."
