"Lu Ze, who gave you the guts to kill my people in Shanghai?!"
Lu Ze instinctively let go of the dagger and it fell to the ground. Li Wenjin held his bleeding wound and said, "You're extraordinarily ruthless! How dare you kill me in order to take revenge on the young master of the Tang family?!"
The young master of the Tang family?
"Who?"
"… It's Lu Ming!"
Lu Ze shook his head and took half a step back. "How is that possible! Isn't Lu Ming the son of Lu Yaohua and his ex-wife? How could a lowly bastard be a member of the Tang family?"
The next second, the sound of a slap rang out.
He held his reddened left cheek and said in astonishment, "Second Uncle, why did you hit me?"
"How dare you talk about Young Master in this manner?"
Tang Er said expressionlessly.
