Lu Qingqing turned out to be quite a handful, impossible to handle once she got going.
Her words were sharp, cutting like a knife.
Lu Zhiyuan looked up, his gaze inquisitive as he watched Lu Qingqing, "Miss Lu seems to have some misunderstanding of me?"
"Misunderstanding? Is there one?" Lu Qingqing feigned innocence, "I didn't know Mr. Lu before, and today is our first meeting. I have just thanked Mr. Lu outside for his warning, how could I have any misunderstanding of Mr. Lu?"
Lu Zhiyuan suddenly asked, "Who is Lu Jingzhi to you?"
He really is grandpa's adopted son, Lu Qingqing thought.
Lu Jingzhi isn't just anybody – he is Grandfather Lu, the one Mr. Zhan referred to by his childhood name as someone to be tied to.
"That's my grandfather's name," Lu Qingqing said, without any intention to hide the fact. After all, her family hadn't done anything shameful – there was nothing they couldn't talk about openly. It's Lu Zhiyuan who should feel ashamed.