By now, Lu Sirong still pushed all the responsibility onto Lu Fengxuan, just like every time when they were children.
On the soft couch, Lu Xingye coldly curled his lower lip, having guessed as much.
"Deliberately led you on?" The old patriarch sat in his chair, his voice grave, "If you hadn't spoken such foolish words, could she have forced them out of you?"
"If you hadn't falsely claimed another's identity, would you have made such a fool of yourself at the engagement banquet?"
"If you hadn't been so foolish as to step into this trap, would today's events have occurred?"
In the end, the old patriarch said, "Lu Sirong, even now, you don't reflect on your own mistakes and instead blame everything on others. You truly disappoint me!"
Lu Sirong felt as if her face was being slammed to the ground by the old patriarch time and again, especially with Lu Xingye present, the feeling of shame and indignation was even greater than usual.
