Lu Wangshu didn't say anything, staring down at his toes. Lu Jingchen emanated an aura of displeasure and opened his mouth, "Lu Wangshu, I'm asking you..."
The man's voice carried a bit of gloom, clearly concealing some anger. Although the volume wasn't raised, it was obvious his mood was not good.
It was understandable that Lu Jingchen was in a bad mood, considering his son had always been obedient in his eyes, but ever since Song Qiao returned, this was already the second time he got into a fight.
The Lu Family belonged to one of the prominent families in An City. Whether it was himself or Lu Wangshu, people would be watching them from behind, so everything needed to be handled carefully.
Lu Wangshu had been strictly disciplined by Lu Jingchen since childhood, but nothing that needed to be provided was ever lacking.
