Lu Yuanfeng's attitude was as tough as ever.
Or rather, as long as it involved Lu Xiao, he never showed a friendly face.
Old Lady Lu had long anticipated that asking Lu Yuanfeng to help her son would be a difficult task.
But when Lu Yuanfeng really said those words out loud, Old Lady Lu felt as if she had been pricked by a needle, feeling extremely uncomfortable.
She shook her body, her hunched figure leaning slightly forward.
Her whole being seemed to age several years instantly, and it took her a long while to speak: "Fengfeng, after all, that's your father! If you can help him, that would be great, but if you don't want to, that's okay too!
I won't force you anymore; just live the life you want to live!"
After finishing, Old Lady Lu left the kitchen of Lu Yuanfeng's house.
Outside the courtyard, as soon as Lu Xiao saw the figure of Old Mrs. Mu,
he asked excitedly, "Mom, did it work? Is Fengzi willing to lend me money?"
