"You don't seem to be enjoying this food, let's go upstairs and get ready to attend the charity gala." Lu Zhi Hao suggested looking at her.
Lu Wan Ruyi stared at him for a few more seconds, her chopsticks frozen mid-air. It was true, she wasn't in the mood to enjoy the food on the table.
Her son had always been intelligent, calculative, but something was unnerving about how calmly he was talking about "taking responsibility." What was he planning to do? Her instincts prickled—there was something more he wasn't saying. She didn't want him getting exposed.
"Destroying a prototype isn't exactly subtle, and you know it, if they are bent on getting it, then they can do anything," she said quietly, setting her bowl down. "Are you sure this won't draw more attention? You can just let me handle the situation."
