Looking at the hysterical middle-aged man in front of him, Lu Yu's expression remained calm, his eyes coldly flashing, and he said nothing.
Lu Yu now deeply understood that this middle-aged man was completely on Canterbury's side, so discussing any details with him now was utterly futile.
Because from a position standpoint, this man was destined to be on the same front as Canterbury.
"Kid, I've already said what needed to be said."
After rambling on for a while, the middle-aged man coldly said, "Now, are you going to let go of Viscount Canterbury's arm or not!?"
As he spoke, the middle-aged man's words carried an arrogant and cold tone.
"No!"
Upon hearing the middle-aged man's words, the corners of Lu Yu's mouth twitched, then he said, "This person laid hands on my fiancée in broad daylight, and I demand an explanation for this!"
