"Li Bufan also confirmed that master's prophecy," Lu Ming said:
"Xiaoyou, I'm telling you this not just because I'm afraid you're too attached to that man, and if he unfortunately dies in the struggle for the Long Family's head position, you'll be heartbroken.
It's also because Grandpa fears you might get caught in the danger too."
"Grandpa, I promise you, I can protect myself," Lu Xiaoyou lowered her voice:
"If Long Xiliang dies, I'm not sure I'd shed many tears, but I won't be sad for too long, because this wonderful world is still waiting for me."
Lu Ming's clear and bright eyes looked at the teacup in front of him, watching the tea leaves slowly settle at the bottom of the cup.
Lu Xiaoyou spoke openly and indifferently, but he didn't believe the girl's words.
If such a handsome man died, many women in China would cry their hearts out, not to mention Lu Xiaoyou, who had feelings for Long Xiliang and was supposed to become his girlfriend.
