The old master listened to Lu Xingye's words, fell silent for a long time, and finally, he nodded helplessly:
"Fine, let's do it that way."
While speaking, he pushed Lu Xingye aside and walked away alone, leaning on his cane, back to his room.
Lu Xingye glanced at the butler beside him. The butler nodded and followed to attend to the old master.
Amu scratched his head, hesitatingly said, "Young master, the old master seems angry."
Lu Xingye didn't utter a word, he gave Amu a sidelong glance, then went up to his room on the third floor.
The old master's intention was clear: he hoped that he would save Lu Zhengyuan and also find a way to preserve the Lu Family.
As for Lu Xingye, he didn't care at all who the Lu Family fell into the hands of; as for saving Lu Zhengyuan, it was only reluctantly agreed upon out of respect for the old master.
Even though the old master cherished him, the fact that the family legacy was passed over so lightly inevitably bred resentment in his heart.
