Lu Ming's face tightened, resisting responding to Long Xiliang's words, yet the truth that flashed through his mind had already been read by the man.
Long Xiliang's eyes lost their brightness, his pupils a pitch-black void.
"Xiaoyou has never seen her own mother. Do you think she would truly feel pain?"
The man's laughter was cold, like snow falling on a needle-leaved forest, icy and cruel, daring even to deal with his own brothers.
In his eyes, familial love is as light as a feather, not worth mentioning at all.
Long Xiliang thought, Lu Xiaoyou would not have much affection for her own mother either, he understood Lu Xiaoyou's character, she was flamboyant and self-centered.
Lu Xiaoyou had never been bound by family ties.
Between them, family ties could never be a hindrance, but...
"I won't allow it! Lord Long, you've known who Xiaoyou's mother was for a long time, haven't you? You came to me for confirmation, just to further confirm your suspicions.
