Lu Qingchuan backed away with a cold expression, only to find the previously peaceful corridor now filled with black-clothed bodyguards appearing one after another, blocking his retreat.
Lu Qingchuan shielded Meng Xixi behind him and turned his gaze to the tall middle-aged man who rose from the sofa. "Father, what is the meaning of this?"
Unexpectedly, they were discovered so quickly; Lu Qingchuan felt a slight chill at the bottom of his heart.
He was far too weak compared to his father.
Upon hearing his son's questioning, a hint of concealed anger flashed across the father's face: "Shouldn't I be the one asking you that?!"
"All I want is to marry Xixi, is that so wrong?"
"Qingchuan!"
Madam Lu hastened from the room and stood in front of Lu Qingchuan, pleading, "Please talk to your father properly, stop arguing!"
"I'm not arguing with him." Lu Qingchuan replied calmly, "I'm just telling the truth."
