After seeing Lu chaoxi, li Chengzong saw his nephew, Li Xuanhao, standing not far away. He seemed to be waiting for him.
He stopped in his tracks and looked at his competitor, his eyes filled with the taste of victory.
"Xuan Hao, you were waiting for me?"
thirteenth uncle! Li Xuanhao couldn't laugh.
"So what if you're one step earlier than me? How did your conversation with patriarch Lu go?"
Li Xuanhao's face was stoic. Although he didn't say anything, his expression revealed the situation clearly.
Seeing this, li Chengzong felt even happier.
To be honest, when li Chengzong had first heard that Li Xuanhao had gone to see the Lu clan's patriarch, Lu chaoxi, he had panicked.
How could he not panic? Even a fool would know the current situation.
