Lu Family's old residence.
All the servants were in the yard, and a door separated inside and outside into two worlds.
In the living room, Lu Huai'an's tall and upright body stood on the cashmere carpet, and the shadow cast on the ground was very faint.
A fierce aura emanated from all around him, his black eyes swirling with a corrosive dark color as if capable of devouring everything in the world.
He looked at Lu Zhengmao, his indifferent voice as cold as mid-winter, "Where is Lin Chu?"
Lu Zhengmao sipped tea, his authoritative face showing not a hint of emotion, and spoke calmly, "You are already divorced; where she goes has nothing to do with the Lu Family."
Indeed, his decision was correct.
If he hadn't prepared in advance, Lin Chu would sooner or later ruin his son and destroy this already incomplete family.
