"You... why are you here?"
Suddenly speaking up, Lu Changqian's heart began to race wildly.
The man in dark gray home clothes, whether in height, build, or appearance, was exactly like Second Master Lu, Lu Yansong.
If someone unfamiliar with him walked up, they might not even notice.
Earlier, when Lu Changchuan asked where his dad was, Lu Changqian thought he was bluffing him.
But at this moment, with the impostor appearing, Lu Changqian knew that Lu Changchuan already knew everything.
"Chang... Changchuan, I... I really didn't know when the old man slipped away, honestly!"
Lu Changqian was frantic, "Not just me, even my mom only found out last year."
Lu Changchuan lifted his eyes; Night Owl at the door dragged the impostor out.
The box grew quiet, a layer of sweat appeared on Lu Changqian's forehead.
