Old Sir Lu had not yet had a chance to reprimand Lu Huai'an for his reckless actions when fighting sounds emerged from the side of the room, and his sharp eyes instantly became serious.
In a deep voice, he instructed the manager of the club and a few core design personnel still standing outside the room, "Wait outside."
As Old Sir Lu slammed the door shut, the shirtless body of Lu Mingchuan was thrown to the floor by the cold and sinister Lu Huai'an.
Lu Huai'an's sharp eagle eyes twisted with a bone-eroding darkness, his sharp features devoid of any warmth, like a leopard hit by a hunter's bullet, the bloodthirst hidden inside him all surged out at this moment.
It seemed as though in the next second, he would push the bullet lodged in his body deeper into Lu Mingchuan's heart with greater force.
Seeing the man's fist about to strike Lu Mingchuan once more, Shen Weiyi hurriedly ran over, stood in front of him, and softly asked, "Huai'an, what are you doing?"
