Where was his mother?
When Lu Yeming didn't respond, he suddenly felt an arm coming from behind, pinching his waist.
"…"
Lu Yeming replied without an expression on his face. "She's already gone."
Murong Jiancheng humped, leaving to give chase. When Bei Yuewu saw him leave, she could finally relax. "Son, well done!"
Lu Yeming looked at her with a strange gaze.
Bei Yuewu was stunned, she turned her head and realized that Murong Jiancheng hadn't actually left yet. He stood in front, staring at her.
Murong Jiancheng wore a black coat with a gray shirt and black trousers. He was 43 and exuded the charms of a mature man. Having wielded a great amount of power since young, it helped to build his aura and he was just like a dominating male lion.
Now he stood in front, his almond-shaped eyes on Bei Yuewu's face, his gaze cold and menacing.
How dare this woman mess with him!
23 years. It had been too long.
