Old Sir Lu remained silent without speaking.
Lu Mingchuan seemed lost in memory, his gaze gentle and nostalgic, even his words carried the softness of winter sunlight, "Many years ago, I met her."
If it wasn't for his superb acting, the encounter he spoke of with Lin Chu years ago actually happened.
The truth is difficult to distinguish.
The room fell into a deathly silence.
Lu Huai'an's movement of tapping the armrest came to a sudden halt. After an unknown time, he looked up at the opposite Lu Mingchuan.
A cold sneer surfaced at the corner of his eyes, "Love at first sight?"
"Sort of," Lu Mingchuan nodded, his handsome features displaying a sense of remorse, "Huai'an, it happened already, Xiao Chu is your wife, you have every right to be angry, but the fault lies with me, I hope you don't take it out on Xiao Chu."
Yes, very sincere.
He seemed to want to say more, but Old Sir Lu's powerful voice interrupted the rest of his words, "Enough."
