Standing before Lu Zhe, he took out a knowledgeable and reasonable stance and admonished, "Your uncle has no choice but to do this, take care of yourself abroad. Also, remember to call your uncle and aunt after the plane lands, don't let them worry too much."
The heart of Lu Nianxin felt as if it had been scratched by a cat, about to explode.
Her two hands clenched tightly into fists.
Regardless of the setting, she shouted, "You're probably thrilled that I'm leaving!"
She raised her arm to hit Wen Tang but was tightly gripped by Lu Zhe by the wrist.
Passers-by who were passing by also turned their gazes towards them.
Lu Zhe, with a dark face, warned, "You have thrown away all of Lu Family's face; if you don't leave now, I will immediately cancel your chance to go abroad, and you will have to fend for yourself here."
"Don't expect the Lu Family to shield you from the storms."
Lu Nianxin's eyes reddened.
She had never suffered this kind of grievance in her life.
