Su Xingyu thought about this and asked, "Was your grandfather also at the tea plantation at that time?"
Lu Shifeng said, "He knows my grandmother likes camellias, so he often goes to take a look and pick some to give to her."
It was indeed a coincidence, perhaps this is heaven's favor. If Lu Shifeng's grandfather hadn't been at the scene, Aluo might have charged into the flames herself. What would Mu Liancheng have felt upon his return? Absolute despair, perhaps.
At least Lu Anguo's appearance ensured they both survived.
The sunset's afterglow gently spilled into the room, Lu Shifeng looked down at his young wife: "With the connection to your grandfather, my grandmother will surely protect you. But you must be wary of my grandfather, after all, he was once love rivals with your grandfather."
Su Xingyu nodded obediently, knowing that they could only take things one step at a time.
