Lu Beicheng just appeared before him, and Lu Jingyang felt an inexplicable surge of irritation, especially thinking about the day Gu Nanyan had fallen, when he was at the hospital accompanying Shen Weiyi, Lu Jingyang felt even more annoyed.
With hands in his pockets, he first smiled at Lu Beicheng, and then said coldly, "Dead, cremated."
As soon as Lu Jingyang finished speaking, Lu Beicheng's face turned cloudy instantly.
Seeing his change of expression, Lu Jingyang mockingly said, "You have Shen Weiyi and Ye Chu, why do you still need to look for Nanyan?"
Lu Beicheng took two steps forward, his gaze frosty as he looked at Lu Jingyang, "Lu Jingyang, cut out the cryptic talk, my affairs are certainly not your place to point fingers."
"Exactly!" Lu Jingyang said, "It's not my place to point fingers, so don't ask me where your wife is? Don't act like she's my wife."
Lu Beicheng flared up, grabbed Lu Jingyang's clothes, and shoved him hard backward.
