Lu Lu's face was pale, her legs felt weak, and she couldn't even stand properly. When her brother became angry, no one could stop him!
Anyone who tried to stop him was courting death. The shadows of childhood memories surfaced; she dared not look, nor did she dare to intervene. She was terrified, afraid that Lu Qing might kill even her!
Qin Miaomiao stepped forward without hesitation, placing her hand firmly on his arm. Her gaze met his bloodshot eyes, but she showed no sign of fear. Instead, her voice was warm and gentle, like rippling water:
"Honey, don't waste your anger on people who aren't worth it."
Lu Qing's expression shifted slightly, but his hand still didn't release its grip. Qin Miaomiao continued:
"As for guests, we've always treated them with courtesy. Mr. Lu, if you have nothing further to discuss, you may leave now."
