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"Yo—look who we have here! Isn't this our dear little Master Lu?" The newcomer's hair was slicked back with plenty of gel into a Mohican style, and though he was wearing a suit, he looked more like a spoiled second-generation heir. He started with mockery, "Lu Peijin, the young master of the Lu Family. If you're disabled, you better stay at home instead of wandering around. It took some effort to save one leg; be careful not to break the other in an accident."
"You—" The secretary, following close behind Lu Peijin, immediately wanted to retaliate. He clenched his fists but was stopped by Lu Peijin.
"Yo yo yo, what's this?! Wanna hit me? Come on, hit right here!" The arrogant heir sneered, sticking his head forward, "If it were before, I would respectfully call you uncle, but you've been disabled for so many years, it's about time you stepped down!"
