She was in her early twenties with a spirited and refined appearance, but her presence was so intimidating that few could stand before her without fear.
With such arrogance and conceit, she demanded, "Whose turf is this?"
Luo Qinghe's smile was ambiguous, and without losing his temper, he replied, "It belongs to the Lu Family."
This Tingyu Building in Imperial City was Lu Family's territory.
Lu Sheng's Beijing accent wasn't that heavy, but she spoke with authoritative precision, "Then I want you to leave right now."
She stated this flatly without much hint of anger, but her command bore an overpowering force.
Luo Qinghe's smile grew colder, "For that 'cripple'?"
Cripple.
That word chilled Lu Sheng's eyes, "Say that again."
With such a stance, it seemed one more insult, and Lu Er would not let it go lightly.
Zhou Qingrang ah Zhou Qingrang, she really found herself a solid backer.