On the other hand, Lu Zhengyu, who was busy scheming the murder of his son, received a call.
Lu Zhanbei invited him to have a meal at Golden Sparrow, saying that there was a matter to discuss.
Lu Zhengyu instinctively knew that his son was up to no good, but he wasn't afraid to go.
In the basement, Lu Zhengyu pushed the door open.
Lu Zhanbei was sitting harmlessly in the corner of the room, and his smile looked as innocent as a lamb. "Father, have a seat."
The word "father" put Lu Zhengyu on full alert. "What are you trying to pull off this time?"
Lu Zhanbei looked wronged. "Old man, we are blood-related, for god's sake! Don't let temporary hatred blind you; I just wanted to have a heart-to-heart talk with you."
The change of tone gave rise to a strange thought in Lu Zhengyu's head.
'Old man' sounds way better…
