"Brother, let it go. Let her go."
Lu Mingxun looked at Mengmeng. He understood why this had to be done, assuming he was truly the killer.
Mengmeng looked at Lu Mingxun in disbelief—she had been intent on killing him.
Mengmeng said stiffly, "Don't think I'll be grateful to you just because you spared me."
Lu Mingxun said, "Grateful? I don't need your gratitude. I'm deeply sorry about your sister's situation. I still hope you can believe me—I'll get to the bottom of this, if only to clear my own name."
Lu Mingxun was caught in inner turmoil.
He couldn't accept the idea that he'd killed Zhou Fengping, yet he also resisted suspecting his good friend of conspiring against him.
Lu Chenyuan's expression remained cold and detached; he didn't care at all for the ties of master and servant.
No matter how severe the consequences of tonight's events might be.
