"Lady Fangfang, are they really just acting?" Bai Zhiqing turned her head and asked Dou Fangfang, who was equally shocked beside her.
Dou Fangfang took a deep breath and said, "Miss Bai, rest assured, they must be acting. I believe Haoyue wouldn't act against his own brother. Otherwise, Old Master Lu wouldn't have chosen him as the heir to the Lu Family."
"Really?"
Bai Zhiqing gently nodded but looked worriedly at the distant flames illuminating the sky, her fingers tightly clasped together, praying for Lu Tianxing.
In Lu Haoyue's villa, heat waves rolled like tides, and flames soared. Even the ground seemed unable to withstand the power, burned into dark holes. The area around Lu Tianxing was more like encircled by fire, with the ground akin to molten lava.
