Lu Ting Zhou took a step forward, the tremble gone from his hands now. "Why are you here?" His voice cracked like a whip. "Just go on and do what brought you over, just assume we aren't here or you don't know us...." He dismissed her and saw her as a distraction.
Song Yuyan inhaled softly, then let the façade crack—just a little. "I didn't come to hurt you. But if we are speaking truthfully…" Her gaze slid to Lu Zhi Hao. "Then maybe it's time the truth comes out. About how you were born." If possible, she wanted to use all kinds of means to destroy their father-son bond. When it had cracks, it was the easiest way to get closer to them.
The words cut through the air like a blade.
"What…?" Ting Zhou blinked, uncertain of what she wanted to say, but probably it was something they knew already.
