Lu Yang didn't directly answer her question. Instead, she asked, "Is Fei Zhen's presence here detrimental to my brother?"
Pei Yiwu was astonished.
She had only mentioned that she was sent by Fei Zhen!
Lu Yang's lips curved into a smile, her voice crisp, "My principle is as long as you don't harm my brother, everything is negotiable."
As long as Pei Yiwu didn't pose a threat to Lu Mingyu, it didn't matter if she was sent by the God of War himself.
Pei Yiwu's eyes darted around, and she assured, "Don't worry, I definitely won't do anything harmful to you!"
When Lu Mingyu returned, he saw Pei Yiwu tightly holding Lu Yang's hand, her face filled with joy. He immediately approached them, his expression turning serious. "Let go."
Pei Yiwu pouted and reluctantly released her hand.
What an unpleasant man he was.
Lu Yang noticed that Lu Mingyu seemed to compare himself to Jiang Yanzhou but held animosity toward Pei Yiwu.
