Han Lin finally dared to step forward, placing a cautious hand on Lu Zihao's shoulder. "Fifth Bro… let's stop. Alright?"
Slowly, the pressure lifted.
Lu Zihao relaxed. The feral edge vanished, replaced by his familiar, easygoing demeanor. He slipped his hands back into his pockets and met Jin Di's gaze head-on.
"Third Brother," he said evenly, "I don't see Vera—Xiulan the way you do."
His eyes sharpened slightly as he added, "Don't let jealousy make you stupid. My relationship with her is purely that of brother and sister. Sit down. I'll explain everything."
They all sat back down.
The tension lingered in the air like the residue of a storm that had passed too close for comfort. Everyone felt it. Everyone, except Lu Zihao.
Lu Zihao looked utterly relaxed.
He leaned back into the sofa as if nothing explosive had just happened, calmly asking a maid for a fresh cup of tea and some pastries. When they arrived, he even thanked her politely before taking an unhurried sip.
