Meng Qianqian looked at Duan Mingyue with utmost shock.
Duan Mingyue laughed heartily: "As expected of the adopted son whom even the adoptive father is cautious about; recognized the brother at a glance."
Lu Yuan said indifferently: "Don't establish connections, I don't have a brother like you."
Meng Qianqian exhaled deeply.
She never even dreamed that Duan Mingyue would be Xun Yi, the enigmatic adopted son of the Prime Minister's Mansion.
At that time, when Prime Minister Xun and the Governor Mansion were locked in a deadly struggle, she wondered more than once where Xun Yi, the eldest son of the Prime Minister, had disappeared to.
She never expected he was always there.
"I've seen you before."
Lu Yuan glanced at Duan Mingyue's wheelchair, "Back then, your leg didn't seem broken."
Duan Mingyue smiled nonchalantly: "I broke it myself to show loyalty to my adoptive father."
After a pause, he continued, "You're not the first one the adoptive father fears."
