Han Qingwan pretended not to know and picked up her chopsticks to eat.
Old Master Lu coughed lightly. "Qingwan, I've agreed to let Lu Yaode acknowledge us as his family again."
"Dad, he's your son. You can make your own decision," Han Qing said calmly.
"I hope you understand—"
Han Qingwan put down her chopsticks. "Your decision is yours to make. I can respect it, but it doesn't mean I agree. You can't ask me and Heting to understand you. I'll never understand such a decision in my life."
Old Master Lu sighed. "He's the Lu family's bloodline, after all."
"Yes, that makes sense," Han Qingwan said. "What about Heting? He was stabbed in the back by his father a few years ago, then by his family. Now, it's happening again. Maybe the people he'll consider his family will be fewer and fewer in the future. Fortunately, he still has Su Bei, Da Bao, and Gun Gun."
