Blaming Long Yang

Just as the siblings were about to enter the mansion, Lu Hetian returned from being out.

He had come home directly from the army camp and was still in his armor.

When he saw the siblings outside the mansion gates, he was rather surprised.

"What are you two doing here?" Dismounting from his steed, he passed his horsewhip to his subordinate as he strode up the steps. His gaze skipped past Lu Tingchen and fell on Lu Liangwei—he was obviously delighted to see her.

Lu Liangwei fluttered her lashes at him. "We were specially waiting here for you to return, Father."

Even though he clearly realized she was telling fibs, Lu Hetian was still very happy. His large hand stroked her head, and his stern face gradually gentled. "Is that so?"

"Of course." Lu Liangwei did not even bat an eye when she lied.

Lu Hetian laughed happily but paused when he saw the mountain of gifts heaped to one side. "Who delivered all these things?"