Lu Shiran followed behind him and, not paying attention for a moment, his nose crashed into the man's back.
Rubbing his nose, he accused, "What are you doing? You did that on purpose, didn't you?"
Lu Zhanxing quickly covered his mouth and whispered fiercely, "Shut up."
With his mouth covered, Lu Shiran could only mumble in protest, his eyes accusing Lu Zhanxing of his aggressive behavior.
Lu Zhanxing ignored Lu Shiran because he was eavesdropping around the corner of the wall.
"I thought her family was so formidable, but they are nothing but a bunch of upstarts. Did you see how obsequious they were just now? Hmph, it's embarrassing."
The moment Lu Zhanxing heard this, his brows instantly furrowed deeply.
He recognized the speaker as the youngest grandson of the Qiao Family matriarch, fifteen-year-old Qiao Chu, who had been the one to treat them with such disrespect.
