Hearing Lu Heyan ask like that, Lu Yuanhe's face darkened and became more rigid. Without even thinking, he raised his hand and slapped his youngest son across the face.
"Slap—"
The crisp sound of the slap stunned everyone, and they all turned to look at them.
Lu Yuanhe swayed slightly, looking at Lu Heyan with an even colder expression.
Lu Heyan's face was already bruised and swollen. He had been beaten badly by Lu Hechen before, and then Song Di came and hit him again, leaving him covered in injuries.
After being slapped, he sneered and said, "Ha, does it feel satisfying to hit me?"
Lu Yuanhe's expression grew even colder, his eyes filled with disappointment and helplessness: "You ungrateful child, that's your brother. You hurt your brother so badly that he's still not out of danger."
"Oh, is that so?" Lu Heyan laughed instead of getting angry, sarcastically saying, "So what if he's my brother? I'm still your son, aren't I? Have you ever considered my feelings?"
