"Now you've seen it, haven't you? You can leave now!"
Fang Li's attitude made Lu Xingfeng extremely displeased. His smile disappeared, and he said coldly:
"Fang Li, don't forget, I am the head of the Lu Family. This is my house. How dare you tell me to leave?"
Fang Li, provoked, burst out cursing:
"You abandoned your wife and your daughter back then, and now you have the audacity to call this your house? Where's that little mistress of yours? Why didn't you bring her? If she dares to come, I'll tear her mouth apart!"
Lu Xingfeng's face was filled with disdain. "Fang Li, how did you turn into this? Back then, you were so cultured and intelligent. Now, you've become a shrew. You have no class at all."
At this moment, a cold voice interjected:
"Class? Perhaps I can teach you the meaning of class."
Lu Xingfeng's face stiffened as he turned his head and saw Lu Qing walking in at a slow pace. Beside him was a woman—Qin Miaomiao.
