Li Gangshan's Adam's apple bobbed violently. The smile he forced out looked worse than tears as he tried to salvage a shred of dignity. "Master Hong, please see clearly! My Li Family has always conducted business honestly. Tang Huang, Li Huang—I've never had any dealings with them at all!"
"Someone must not be able to stand seeing our two families living in harmony, so they deliberately set this trap to drive a wedge between us!"
Seeing the chill in Lu Yuhong's eyes deepen, Li Gangshan secretly clenched his palm tight.
Tang Huang's remains had long since been burned to ashes. Other than a few trusted confidants who knew the truth, no one knew about it.
As long as he firmly denied knowing anything, then no matter how overwhelmingly powerful the Lu Family was, they could do nothing to him without evidence.
Lu Yuhong's sinister gaze dissected Li Gangshan. His fingers clenched tight, killing intent surging in his chest, yet it ultimately turned into a cold sneer.
His right hand slowly released the collar he had been gripping, allowing Li Gangshan to stagger backward.
Li Gangshan's legs went weak. Only when his feet touched the ground again did the weakness of surviving a calamity nearly make him collapse to his knees.
He stole an incredulous glance at Lu Yuhong—was that it?
Could it be that the Lu Family ultimately feared the backer behind him?
Just as Li Gangshan secretly let out half a breath, Lu Xuan, seated in the place of honor, suddenly set down his teacup.
The crisp clink of porcelain made Li Gangshan's newly calmed heart leap back into his throat.
This old man, who had remained silent all along, had somehow fixed his gaze on him. Within those placid, ancient-well-like pupils was reflected his own bloodless face.
Li