Chu Yan took the hit, but his face showed no expression.
"Hurry up and suppress the matter. When necessary, use some special measures, got it? If it's not handled cleanly, just get the hell out of the Lu Family!"
There was a flicker of sarcasm in Chu Yan's eyes.
When had he ever acknowledged himself as part of the Lu Family?
He never was, so how could he be cast out?
Lu Zhiheng had just been standing nearby, watching with schadenfreude as Chu Yan was hit.
He was able to be discharged from the hospital, but was relying on a cane in one hand.
"Go handle it now. What are you still sitting there stupidly for?"
Right as Chu Yan was about to get up, Lu Zhiheng limped over and poured the water from the cup in his hand onto Chu Yan's head.
He laughed and said, "That hurts, doesn't it? Let me cool you down."
Lu Tingming stood by the side, witnessing the scene, but he did not rebuke Lu Zhiheng.