Lu Xingye's words were blunt and his gaze was mocking.
The patriarch's face slightly paled, his eyes carrying a thin layer of reproach as he looked at him.
For whom had he done all this back then?
"Lu Xingye, if it hadn't been for you all those years ago, your grandfather wouldn't have had to adopt a wild girl who has no blood relation to our family," Lu Zhengyuan accused on behalf of the old man. "Anyone can blame your grandfather, but not you. He was wholeheartedly considering your welfare. What right do you have to be dissatisfied here?"
Although he and Lu Xingye were father and son, they regarded each other much like enemies, neither able to stand the sight of the other.
No, that wasn't right—Lu Xingye didn't even consider him worthy of notice. So the only one who couldn't tolerate his arrogant demeanor was Lu Zhengyuan.
Lu Sirong and Ge Weihong listened from the side, their expressions showing a suppressed joy.
