"She'd be sitting here as calmly as you are now if she knew the truth?"
Lu Zhe's eyes held a suppressed fury.
He bit out one statement, "This was Mom's arrangement, inheriting the company is just following Mom's wish."
Lu Yun sneered ironically, "You really think I'm a three-year-old kid?"
"I advise you, it's still not too late to stop now. If you push me too hard, I can't guarantee I won't spill the beans about what happened back then."
Having said that, Lu Yun raised her head and left.
She felt a lot more relieved in her heart.
Lu Zhe sat in front of the desk with a burst of frequency, nearly crushing the papers beside him, his eyes burning red as he stared fixedly at a spot in silence.
Knock knock knock—
Wen Tang knocked on the door.
Lu Zhe softened slightly.
Seeing it was Wen Tang who entered, his change of expression was faster than flipping through a book.
He stood up and personally made a cup of clear tea for Wen Tang.
