In modern times, he would be described as the type of man who could make women shriek and weak in the knees.
Men like him oozed a classy and mature air from his entire body that just so happened to be the type that Lu Liangwei fancied.
However, the mere thought of his identity, as well as his viciousness, made Lu Liangwei lose any sort of admiration she might have felt for the man.
Long Yang ignored Lu Tingchen's pleas. His gaze was impassive as he darted a look at Lu Liangwei, saying pointedly, "Second Miss Lu, what do you have to say?".
Standing behind him, Zhao Qian let cold sweat drip from his forehead, not daring to raise a hand to wipe it.
Not long ago, the master had suddenly stopped breathing. Zhao Qian hastened to obey Second Miss Lu and laid the master flat on the floor. However, he had no idea that Second Miss Lu would suddenly strike the master hard in the chest and even lock lips with him after that…
Kissing the master?
