Bai Xiaosheng ignored Polly.
Anyone who gave Wei Xuelian even a glance, he would deal with. Wasn't that utterly unreasonable?
Unless, that person was seeking death!
Cheng stood respectfully to the side, watching Lu Qingfeng, with an attitude no less deferential than when facing Mr. Lu Yun.
Lu Qingfeng gave a slight wave of his hand.
Without a word, Cheng bowed slightly, then turned and left.
"You must be Mr. Bai Xiaosheng. My name is Lu Qingfeng, the eldest son of Mr. Lu Yun. Thank you for saving my father," Lu Qingfeng approached Bai Xiaosheng, his eyes sincere as he extended his hand.
Humble, polite, stable.
From that previous exchange of glances, Bai Xiaosheng had thought he was about to face a snobbish dandy.
But Lu Qingfeng was not one.
Though there was a moment of hostility due to their mutual admiration for Wei Xuelian and a wariness upon sensing that the other was a standout among their peers, it didn't cause Lu Qingfeng to lose his rationality or politeness.
