Yang Zuyu felt the same way. Only Manman seemed to resemble Mrs. Lu, not just in appearance but also in temperament, at least on the surface.
"Uncle, what did you want to see me for?" Mrs. Lu asked earnestly, lifting her face.
Yang Zuyu found it difficult to broach the subject, but he had to say, "You know, my son has adopted a child who is now being held by the Lu Family. I heard he did something wrong. Although I don't know exactly what he did, this child is ultimately someone I've watched grow up, and I can't bear to see him just disappear."
Mrs. Lu knew exactly whom he was talking about, and the memory of Yang Xiu holding a knife and threatening her flashed before her eyes. For a moment, her voice was choked in her throat and she couldn't utter a word.
Lu Huan furrowed his brows deeply, "I knew it. Anything brought by the Yang Family could never be good."
Manman was uncertain, in fact, her phone in her bag had already vibrated several times.
