Upon hearing the other's words, Lu Qingxue glanced at Mu Fan.
"You two talk, I'm going to head up to the spaceship first."
With a casual wave of his hand, Mu Fan continued walking forward, boarding the spaceship under the expressionless gaze of the two butlers.
The two elders were still unaware of what had happened inside the Space Station, simply catching a hint of sulfur when Mu Fan passed between them.
On the desolate space corridor of the Space Station, two slender figures stood facing each other.
Watching Mu Fan's receding figure, Lu Qingyu's gaze was complex.
"Does he know the significance of this exchange and your appearance?"
"I don't know," Lu Qingxue replied, twirling a lock of hair by her ear.
"Then will you tell him?"
"I won't."
Lu Qingxue shook her head, her expression cool and detached.
Hearing her sister's response, Lu Qingyu's eyes held an indescribable complexity:
