Lu Zixue's face hurt as if it had been carved by knives. Lu Jingyao's slap had not only hurt his flesh, but also struck his wound.
Yet Lu Zixue did not care in the slightest right now. He only raised the sign in his hand even higher.
Just you wait. Once I make this big enough, let's see how our father deals with you.
From childhood to adulthood, Lu Zixue had proven through countless experiences that whenever he clashed with Lu Jingyao, no matter how much they tossed and turned, in the end their father would step in and reprimand Lu Jingyao, forcing her to yield.
Although in recent years, as Lu Jingyao had grown increasingly capable, their father Lu Ruichang rarely went against her wishes so easily anymore, this time was different!
This time, he, Lu Zixue, had suffered too miserably!
His lame leg was half real and half fake; half of the injury had been put on, but the scar on his face was utterly genuine, without a trace of falsehood.
Once their father and mother found out, after howling and crying, how could they not slap Lu Jingyao a few times?
Your younger brother went overseas with you. Instead of letting him eat well, drink well, and enjoy some good fortune, you had actually ruined his face?
He wanted an official Great Britain identity. Couldn't you just get him one? Why did you force him into becoming a third-class citizen?
You three women lived in high-rise buildings, yet shut Zixue out the door. Do you still have any conscience?
In any case, everything Lu Zixue had suffered was Lu Jingyao's greatest original sin. She bore at least seventy percent of the responsibility, while the other thirty percent belonged to Li Ye and was indirectly related to Lu