Jiang Muye felt relieved when he saw Ning Xi’s look of loathing; he understood Ning Xi, and he knew that she hated being tied down the most.
To Ning Xi, the Lu family background was probably as scary as
"OK, you've asked your questions, now it’s my turn." Ning Xi looked at him with her arms crossed.
Jiang Muye shrugged his shoulders. "What do you want to know?"
"Doesn’t Lu Tingxiao only have one younger brother, and no sisters? How are you his nephew?" Ning Xi asked.
Jiang Muye lit a cigarette and slowly answered, "I’m not related by blood to the Lu family, it’s because my grandparents were family friends with them. They died in a car accident when my mother was still young, and the Lu family adopted my mother. So based on order of seniority, I have to call Lu Tingxiao uncle!"
