Everyone's eyes were still on Qiao Nian and Jiang Yao.
"She's having lunch with me. I asked her to come to the Imperial Mansion."
It wasn't until a cold and sinister voice interrupted that the Jiang family and the onlookers looked to the side.
A young man in his early 20s was sitting in a wheelchair pushed out by an iron tower-like bodyguard in black.
The bodyguard was dressed in a suit and leather shoes. He wore sunglasses and looked expressionless. He had no interest in the people around him. His ogling attitude was an oppressive aura that came from his bones.
Lu Zhi was sitting in a silver wheelchair. It was rare for him to wear a shirt. His light blue shirt was ironed without a single wrinkle. The top button of his collar was unbuttoned, and his collar was slightly open. The color of his shirt accentuated his skin.
His skin hadn't seen the sun for many years, and its whiteness was dazzling in the light.
