"Master, Miss Lu is here." Su An's voice caught Su Jinchang's attention.
He looked up and gave a perfunctory nod.
Lu Haiqiao didn't waste any time. She pulled out the chair opposite her and sat down. She met Su Jinchang's gaze directly. "Where is she?"
There was obvious displeasure between Su Jinchang's furrowed brows. After a moment of silence, he said, "It's been so many years. Has your mother only taught you to be arrogant?"
Arrogant?
She seemed to have heard this sentence somewhere before.
Oh, right, Su Qingya seemed to have described her in the same way.
This father and daughter were the same.
Lu Haiqiao sighed softly and said impatiently, "I don't want to talk nonsense with you. Either you let her go and send us away, or I'll tear this place down, find her, and take her away. It's up to you!"
In Su Jinchang's opinion, her calm tone was simply arrogant and rude.
