She could say 'no', but that 'no' carried no weight.
Lin Chu abandoned her struggle; she truly had no strength left. Otherwise, she'd rather bash herself against the table corner than stay obediently in Lu Huai'an's arms.
The smile in her eyes was light and didn't reach the depths.
Drawing out her tone deliberately, "Fine, since Mr. Lu is so powerful, just wait for your closest ones to be literally angered to death by me."
The nearby staff heard this and covered their mouths in shock.
But Lu Huai'an acted as if he hadn't heard, his stern features remaining calm and indifferent.
The words written on the white paper seemed to have come to life.
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Riverfront Apartment.
Qi Ming sat on the sofa, his eyes filled with vigilance and defensiveness.
Ever since Lun Jun brought him here, he hadn't thrown a tantrum, showing a detachment far beyond his years.
The food prepared by the servant he didn't touch at all.
