As He Youran examined him, she asked some professional questions, which Lu Qingzhuo answered one by one.
After all, he wanted to stand up more than anyone else.
Even if he couldn't continue the Lu family's name, as long as he could stand up again, it would be a deterrent to others.
"Mr. Lu, do you mind trying to stand for a while? I'd like to take a closer look."
He Youran was still half-squatting as she raised her head to look at Lu Qingzhuo.
Under the moonlight, her skin was like delicate white porcelain, exuding a cold white glow. Her cold facial features made her look even more beautiful than an ordinary person.
It was said that the more you looked at a beauty under the moon, the more beautiful she became. This saying was indeed true.
Looking at her like this, even Lu Qingzhuo, who was used to seeing beautiful women, couldn't help but be mesmerized.
