Lu Qinghuai was slightly stunned as he was stopped.
Lin Shanchu looked at him coldly and asked, "Uncle Lu, do you have business with me?"
"We haven't seen each other for so many years. I want to treat you to a meal and chat with you." The smile on Lu Qinghuai's face faded a little, but his tone was still gentle.
Lin Shanchu laughed, but her eyes were cold.
"Uncle Lu, you haven't returned to Xu City for so many years. Have you gone to Mount Xi Cemetery to visit my parents?"
The smile on Lu Qinghuai's face instantly froze.
Obviously, he did not go there.
Some people were heartless.
Friendship was worthless to some heartless people.
"Uncle Lu, you have been a monk for so many years, so you must have been meditating and cultivating the Buddha's teachings. You must have cultivated the compassionate Buddha's teachings. After all, ungrateful people cannot cultivate the Buddha's teachings."
