Lu Peijin stood at the door, his expression stern, tall and straight like jade, even just standing there, he exuded an overwhelming presence, the kind only those in high positions possessed.
"Come here."
He looked at Su Zhiruan and repeated, his tone much gentler.
Su Zhiruan stared blankly, chopsticks still in her hand, unmoved; she could distinctly feel the substantial emotional turbulence of the elder Lu by her side.
"Lu Peijin?" Su Zhiruan looked at him, "Aren't you still on a business trip?"
Seeing that she hadn't moved, Lu Peijin strode in determinedly; although the temperature outside was not low, he was dressed in a black coat and black leather shoes, his features cold and stark, as if a sharp, icy wind were blasting towards her, settling tumultuously in front of her.
The butler now entered the room, along with Aunt Zhang to the kitchen, witnessing the tense, drawn swords of this father and son confrontation.
