At midnight, the lights of countless households quietly sank into the thick darkness of the night, and the distant, hazy moon hung in the ink-stained sky.
The car continued driving.
Chen Su glanced at Lu Mingyu in the rearview mirror and tentatively asked, "Are you just letting your sister be alone with Jiang Yanzhou like this?"
Normal people wouldn't be friendly to a man who coveted their sister, let alone a brother who was possessive and hot-tempered.
He had originally thought that the two of them would fight each other to the death, but unexpectedly, Lu Mingyu remained remarkably calm.
It was like he had become a different person.
Lu Mingyu's tolerance for alcohol was not as good as Jiang Yanzhou's, but fortunately, he had the car window open, and the cold wind blowing against his skin kept him somewhat sober.
"I didn't have time to be with Yangyang during those days, and it was Jiang Yanzhou who took care of her," Lu Mingyu said.
