Old Li at the door saw him and immediately stepped forward, "Second Young Master, you're finally back, the Old Master has been waiting for you!"
"Old Li, give me a lighter," Lu Heyan ordered with a cold face.
"Oh," Old Li handed over the lighter.
Lu Heyan walked to the corner of the gate, lit the material, and as the flames caught, not only did the malice in his eyes not subside, it grew even stronger.
It was only after he watched the material burn to ashes that he stood up, tossed the lighter back to Old Li, and entered the house.
In the Lu Family living room, Lu Xiaoyun complained, "Dad, you said Second Brother would return today, but why hasn't he come back yet?"
Lu Yuanhe sat on the sofa, his expression calm, but his eyes conveyed an unmistakable urgency.
The Lu Family had only one heir left—he couldn't just let it all go to waste.
