"What if I say no?"
Lu Chuyao nodded. "Do as you please. I don't have any feelings for you. However, the things you want to know and the whereabouts of a certain person might not be known in your lifetime. It's not that easy to forget what you've done when you're old, right? Mr. Su?"
"Even if you threaten me…"
"I said it wasn't a threat. The reason why you only passed by the underground auction house in Beijing is because you don't want to disturb others, right? Actually, there's nothing much to say. It's just that I personally think that your hint is too subtle for Su Juanchen."
When Lu Chuyao said this, he felt a little uncomfortable.
Why was everything related to Su Juanchen?
He took out his cigarette from his pocket and looked at San who was slowly walking out. He sneered, "Looks like you still care."
"I'm not his father." Su Boxian said.
