Yi Mingshu watched him with interest: "What, do you really want to have a real fight with Chu Tiange? Aren't you afraid he'll just kill you?"
"What if I can't save you in time, then what?"
Lu Chengfeng looked at the old guy's schadenfreude face, who didn't seem anxious at all, and knew that this old guy must have another scheme in mind.
He didn't bother to act with this old thing anymore, and directly put on a spoiled rich boy's appearance, stubbornly saying, "I don't care, I'm not handing over Chu Zhihe."
"Moreover, not only will I not hand her over, but I'll also kill Zhang Zhijing, and when I marry Chu Zhihe, I'll be Chu Tiange's dad."
"Could that unfilial son still fight his own father?"
Yi Mingshu's face involuntarily twitched at his crazy words, unable to imagine what that proud Chu Tiange would do if he heard such things.
