It was lucky that Weiwei appeared just in time, otherwise, Lu Tingchen believed his father would seriously argue with His Majesty with a sword in his hand.
Even if His Majesty did not rebuke his father on Weiwei's account, he would still be punished by the imperial censor.
What a stubborn man his father was!
"It's getting late, let's go home," Lu Liangwei snuck a look at Lu Hetian's face. No matter how slow one was, anyone could tell that her father was not in a good mood. She could not help but hug his arm as she said the words quietly.
Lu Hetian looked over Lu Liangwei silently. He breathed a slight sigh of relief when he saw that nothing was wrong with her.
However, it was then that he suddenly caught a scent coming from his daughter.
The scent clearly did not belong to her, but it did seem familiar…
He went deep into thought and quickly remembered where he had whiffed it before.