"That's good..." Xia Muning started to smile slightly, "If that's true, it's such a pity for that wife."
The way she spoke, it was as if she wouldn't give up even if Lu Qingchuan really was married.
Lu's father looked at her with a meaningful gaze, then stood up and said indifferently: "I want to see my son."
Xia Muning nodded and clapped her hands, "Kai. Take them to Michel's room."
The one called Kai was a blond young man with blue eyes, dressed in a black suit, refined and elegant.
He walked over, nodded to Xia Muning, then made a "please" gesture, leading them towards Lu Qingchuan's ward.
Every move Xia Muning made demonstrated her possessiveness toward Lu Qingchuan. Even in front of Lu's father, she could be described as domineering.
The Lu family was extremely wealthy, a small papal granddaughter was not something they would particularly care about.
