Lu Sirong's room had a safe.
Inside were some valuable pieces of jewelry, and in the innermost part of the safe, there was a mysterious little envelope.
She took the envelope out, just about to extract the photos from within, and was going to select a few to take pictures of and send to Lu Fengxuan when out of the corner of her eye, she noticed an extra figure in the room.
Lu Sirong was startled and instinctively hid the envelope behind her back, "Brother, how come you, you entered my room without knocking?"
Upon closer listen, her voice trembled slightly, hiding her fear of him.
Lu Xingye gave her a glance, presenting a slender, bony palm in front of her, his attitude immensely domineering.
"Hand over what you have in your hand," he commanded.
Lu Sirong, of course, was unwilling to comply, feigning ignorance, "Why would I have something Brother wants in my hand? Dad is still waiting for me outside, Brother, I won't talk to you now, I'm going to look for Dad."
