Chu Munan directly looked up at her, his face suddenly revealing a gentle and courteous smile, but the aura exuding from his bones made it impossible to ignore. He set down his chopsticks, and someone immediately handed a napkin to him. He took it and elegantly wiped the corners of his mouth before raising his eyes to look at Song Qiao across from him, his thin lips curling slightly, "I just want to borrow Mrs. Lu for a bit, to see Lu Jingchen, that's all."
She gazed at the man's refined and distinguished face for a long while before speaking, "Do you have a grudge against him?"
"No." The three grave and oppressive words were followed by Chu Munan's lips curling again as he spoke deliberately, "It's just that there's something of mine currently in Mr. Lu's possession. As long as I retrieve my item, naturally, Mrs. Lu will be released. Mrs. Lu can be assured of that."
