Lin Chu lifted her gaze to look at the old man seated at the head, only to meet those experienced yet still sharp eagle-like eyes. The complicated undercurrents in his eyes scared her, and her grip on the cup involuntarily tightened.
But... the old man averted his gaze in the next second, making that cold and sharp look seem like it was just her illusion.
No one continued the topic.
The dishes on the table that were a bit too greasy had been taken back to the kitchen by the servants. Lin Chu drank half a glass of warm water.
Although she had no appetite, clearly this was not an occasion she could leave early, so she forced herself to eat half a bowl.
After the meal, the old man didn't mean to stay longer. After all, Lu Zongjun wasn't his only son, and given his temperament, he would visit each family.
