Lu Zhanguo calmly looked at Song Dajiang, not saying a word, his eyes full of probing and mockery.
Song Dajiang lowered his head, feeling a little guilty under his gaze, and finally said, "Don't worry, if we knew where Tiancheng is, we'd tell you."
Lu Aiguo nodded. After all, the Song family had raised Lu Yuanchao for sixteen years, and Song Tiancheng had only run away from home because of the forced marriage. From this, it could be inferred that Song Dajiang and his wife's nature was not bad.
"Then we'll leave for now," said Lu Zhanguo, standing up to leave.
Song Dajiang, in politeness, said, "You've come such a long way, at least stay for a meal."
"No need, we have other matters to handle." With that, he strode out of the door with Lu Aiguo.
After Song Dajiang escorted the Lu brothers out of his home, he turned around and Li Xiuzhen said anxiously, "Why didn't you tell them that Tiancheng sends us things before the new year every year, even if we don't know where he is?"
