Just as Lu Tianxing and Bai Zhiqing were preparing to go shopping, in the presidential suite at the Suzhou Shangri-La Hotel, Mu Qingxue had already gotten up early in the morning, looking at Mu Qingchuan sitting on the sofa with anticipation on her face: "Brother, I've rested for a day now, can you take me to find Tianxing?"
Sitting on the sofa, Mu Qingchuan heard Mu Qingxue's words, and a wry smile flashed across his face, as he spoke: "Qingxue, do you really have to go find him? Yesterday when you came to Jiangnan, I think you already heard, Lu Tianxing caused the death of Old Master Lu. Someone who can kill even his own grandfather, is he worth it for you to... "
"He's worth it."
Before Mu Qingchuan could finish speaking, Mu Qingxue couldn't help but interrupt him, saying firmly: "I don't care what others say about him, but I believe he would never kill his own grandfather, I believe he isn't that kind of person."
