The face of the Lu family patriarch turned even darker from his son's words, and he angrily banged the floor with his cane and pointed at Lu Jingchen, cursing loudly, "You ungrateful brat, I am your father!!"
Lu Jingchen's expression remained unchanged, staring at him indifferently, "I know you're my father. If it weren't for that, would I do nothing when you try to harm my wife?"
His words clearly revealed the underlying meaning.
Lu Tianming, having spent a lifetime in the cutthroat world of business, knew exactly what his son meant, and he was fuming with anger.
"What's going on here?" At this moment, a surprised and anxious voice came from the doorway. It was evidently Lu Jingchen's mother, Xu Qian.
Xu Qian had just returned from outside; she had been thrilled to see her son's car earlier, glad that he came home today. But upon entering, she saw the father and son facing off like this and instantly understood that something was amiss.
