The half-open door was kicked in forcefully, hitting the wall behind it with a dull thud.
The only person who would enter the Riverfront Apartment with such an attitude was Lu Zhengmao.
In a cold voice, he instructed the driver who had come with him, "Wait outside."
The driver nodded respectfully, "Yes."
The household servants also sensibly walked out and closed the door behind them.
In the quiet living room stood three people: Lin Chu halfway up the stairs, Lu Huai'an calm and indifferent, and Lu Zhengmao, whose very hair seemed to bristle with anger.
The moment Lu Zhengmao walked in, the temperature in the air changed.
He could never have imagined that a month after the old man's passing, Lu Huai'an, silent for five years, would find Lin Chu and bring her back to An City.
The look in his eyes toward Lin Chu was like a dagger, as if faced with an enemy seen again after years, "Lu Huai'an, explain this to me!"
A voice restrained with anger rang out firmly.
