"Uncle Gu, Kexin." After greeting them, Lu Tianze sat on the couch to one side.
Although he had been to the Gu Residence many times, this was not his own home, where he couldn't be as casual. The matter of his marriage to Lin Kexin was still unsettled, and whether it would happen at all remained to be seen. If his company ran into problems, he felt certain that given Lin Kexin's character, she would kick him to the curb without hesitation.
Moreover, his relationship with Lin Kexin had been one of mutual use from the start. He used her to climb the ladder, and she used him to get back at Gu Xiaoer. Thinking of Gu Xiaoer, Lu Tianze touched the scar on his face with a gloomy look in his eyes. It had scabbed over but still hurt a lot.
Most of his injuries were internal. He had no idea what kind of martial art that man had practiced; there were no visible wounds on the outside, but only he knew that he was essentially falling apart, barely managing to walk.
