"Who are you?" Luan Aoxiong looked at the unfamiliar man in the driver's seat, his pupils shrank suddenly, his muscles tensed all over, as he gazed solemnly at the burly man and said in a deep voice.
"Who I am doesn't matter. What's important is, do you hate Lu Tianxing? Do you want revenge?" The burly man grinned as he looked at Luan Aoxiong and asked.
Upon hearing the burly man's words, Luan Aoxiong's pupils contracted into pinholes, but his expression did not change at all: "Sir, I don't know what you're talking about, we don't want revenge either."
"Heh, Family Head Luan, do you not even have the courage to admit your grudge against Lu Tianxing? No wonder your daughter, whom you've raised for over twenty years, dares to ignore you—now it seems there is a reason for it. Since you don't hate Lu Tianxing and have no grudge, then let's pretend I was never here. Goodbye."
