Mr. Lu's enigmatic eyes glanced at Song Yan, then leaned over to pick up the cigarette box on the table. His attractive fingers drew out a cigarette from the box, but he didn't show any intention of lighting it.
"I wonder in what capacity Mr. Song is asking me?"
Song Yan turned his body slightly to look at Han Xi, who was busy in the kitchen. Under the warm light, the girl had her hair in a bun, her slender figure casting a silhouette on the floor.
"Mr. Lu wouldn't be mistreating Xiao Xi because she doesn't have any family support, would he? Girls do have high expectations for weddings."
Song Yan did not answer but instead asked, the warmth in his voice carrying a compelling force.
Lu Jinghan found it truly hard to see through this Song Yan.
"Mr. Song seems to be a bit too concerned, you're merely Xiao Xi's senior."
Lu Jinghan toyed with the cigarette in his hand, his calm face revealing no hint of emotion.
Song Yan merely raised an indifferent eyebrow but said no more.
