Weilan felt somewhat embarrassed and pursed her lips.
Lu Hechen's profound eyes grew even deeper, and although his sharply contoured face was expressionless, an intense chill emanated from his entire being.
He uttered four words in a deep voice, "Weilan, come here."
Without hesitation, Weilan ran towards Lu Hechen.
Upon reaching him, Lu Hechen extended his hand.
Weilan placed her hand in his, and he grasped Weilan's little hand, casting a disdainful look at Zhuang Yuezhou, saying, "Fighting is for the uncouth, but the Zhuang family's First Embroidery's young master is engaging in brawls? Has First Embroidery fallen so low as to raise a coarse young master?"
"Yo, seems like you've done your homework on me. See that, Qiao, he's not only stalking you but also digging into your background," Zhuang Yuezhou replied nonchalantly, asking for a beating.
Weilan looked astonished, waiting for Zhuang Yuezhou, and bit out, "Zhuang, do you find it amusing to stir up trouble?"
