Lu Xining did not take his drink, walking over to the sofa right opposite the surveillance wall to sit down.
She jumped straight to the point and said, "Cheng Cang, if you are so capable, why do you need to cooperate with me?"
Even in Cheng Cang's territory, her eyes showed no hint of panic.
The man did not care that she did not take the wineglass; he finished the drink originally meant for her, turned around, and sat back down in his previous spot, ready to answer her question.
"To be precise, this is not my ability."
He turned his head to look into Lu Xining's eyes, his voice suddenly deepened, "It's… yours."
Hearing Cheng Cang's words, Lu Xining, who had not shown much emotional fluctuation earlier, was indeed piqued by his statement, her gaze landed on his face showing an expression of waiting for what he would say next.
"The Chu Family, one of the forces your grandfather left you."