Clearly not expecting Lu Changchuan to bring Ye Wan to such a private place, Lu Yansong instinctively raised his eyes and looked over at him.
Lu Changchuan didn't even turn his head to glance at him, watching Ye Wan walk into the stone chamber, then turning away to walk a few steps.
Turning back, he saw Ye Wan looking at him with a serene gaze.
No hatred could be seen.
No anger either.
A beautiful girl in her early twenties, with a calm expression as if he were not her father's murderer, but a stranger.
"Ye Wan, it's been a while since I've seen a girl as cunning and capable as you. I admit defeat in your and Changchuan's hands! Truly, new talent emerges with each generation, like the Yangtze River's waves…"
"Lu Yansong!"
Impatient to hear Lu Yansong's sentiments, Ye Wan interrupted him directly, "You probably assume that Lu Changchuan, considering his grandparents, won't do anything to you. At least not while his grandparents are still alive, right?"
