Old Master Lu grasped Lu Xingye's arm with force, his eyes emitting a light that begged and hoped.
"Save her, Grandpa knows you can definitely save her..."
Lu Xingye's brow furrowed, his gaze shifted slowly from the old master's hand upwards, looking into the pair of pleading eyes of his elder, his frown growing tighter.
He could of course refuse the old master, tell him that Lu Sirong and her mother Ge Weihong's fate was none of his concern.
He had the ability to save them, but he didn't want to. Those two weren't worth his special intervention.
"Xingye, Xingye..." the old master kept murmuring his name.
Seeing Lu Xingye's reluctance to commit, Lu Zhengyuan became anxious, "Xingye, what's wrong with you? Your grandpa is talking to you."
"Sirong is indeed your sister. Look at the Lu Family, besides you, only Sirong is left. If she goes to prison, do you want your grandpa to die..."
A gaze sharp as a blade shot over, silencing the rest of Lu Zhengyuan's words.
