Lu Huaiyu had ways to return whatever pain and grievance that these thugs brought to Ning Li. He would get back at them a hundred times more.
The Second Young Master of the Lu family from the Capital was born to be proud, with an innate arrogance, and was certainly not easy to please.
He would not endure any irritation or suffering.
Ning Li looked at him blankly without any reaction.
The man in front of her had such a handsome face and deep eyes. He permeated class and self-restraint and was so unattainable.
His thin lips curved slightly with a hint of a smile as if what he had said earlier was simply a casual joke.
However, in the depth of his eyes seemed to lie a pool of ice that exuded bone-chilling coldness.
Ning Li knew that Lu Huaiyu was not joking.
Lu Huaiyu had already thought it through.
Ning Li's heart was torn. When she faced these people, she would always choose patience, no matter how hard or torturous it was.
