The man before him was just an ordinary middle-aged man, nothing special about him, so why did he feel somewhat panicked subconsciously?
As if he had done something shameful.
Lu Ye's frown was subtle and unnoticeable.
Lin Wu said with a smile, "Uncle, this is my friend Lu Tie."
As soon as she finished speaking, Lin Wu looked toward Lu Ye, "Old Iron, this is my uncle."
Lin Wu's voice instantly pulled Lu Ye back to reality, and he warned himself not to repeat the mistake he made that night, his thin lips slightly lifted in a polite manner, "Hello Uncle Lin, I'm Lu Tie, you can just call me Xiao Lu."
"Xiao Lu?" For some reason, Lin Bingqiang felt an inexplicable hostility toward this young man, simply not taking a liking to him.
"Yes," Lu Ye nodded.
"How do you know our Xiao Wu?" Lu Ye seemed to be several years older than Lin Wu.
He couldn't be an old bull eating tender grass, could he?
With that thought, Lin Bingqiang's hostility toward Lu Ye grew stronger.
No.
