Yu Chiyin didn't expect to run into Lu Xingye at this bar.
When they encountered each other, he greeted him indifferently, "Mr. Lu, what a coincidence."
Last time in Andana, Lu Xingye escorted Lu Fengxuan all the way, ensuring her safety. Owing him this favor made him feel like he had a fishbone stuck in his throat.
Lu Xingye didn't respond to him, his gaze swept over Lu Fengxuan in his arms and his face grew slightly colder.
"She can't drink," Lu Xingye said with a chill in his voice.
If it were about status, Lu Xingye, as a brother, would have some justification for such a reproach.
Yu Chiyin knew he wasn't, and even if he were her brother, Lu Xingye still wouldn't be worthy.
"Mr. Lu, this isn't something for you to worry about."
He said coldly, "I owe Mr. Lu a favor; when I'm free another day, I'll invite you to dine with me. My wife is tired, so we'll take our leave first."
