Lu Hechen was taken aback, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes.
She understood what he meant?
He had never regarded the Lu or Shen families highly; what he cared about was not money, but the warmth of ordinary affection.
However, all of these were luxuries.
Weilan gazed at Lu Hechen, her moist eyes twinkling, very lively, "Sorry, I might have misunderstood you just now, but now, I feel pretty good."
Lu Yuanhe was also stunned, "Weilan, what are you doing?"
Weilan glanced at Lu Yuanhe, "Dad, am I not just doing what you and Auntie Meifen want, flirting with Mr. Mu in public, giving you leverage? Confirming your suspicions."
Lu Hechen's handsome face brightened, his lips curving into a pleasant arc, his smile growing.
This was the real Weilan, afraid of neither heaven nor earth.
"You, how could you do this to Hechen?" Lu Yuanhe bellowed with pain.
