After asking that question, Lu Yanting flatly refused. "I can't let Jian Ran put himself in danger!"
Old Master Lu laughed. "You think he's putting himself in danger?"
As he spoke, he picked up the teacup beside him and took a small sip. "Silly boy, word of Jian Ran's abilities has already spread through high society. Even if he wants to walk away, I'm afraid it won't be easy now."
"We're not the only ones who have set our sights on him."
"There are also those secret organizations."
"Good ones, bad ones."
"Haven't you heard the saying? With great power comes great responsibility. Unless you renounce the mortal world and become a monk, who can escape the whirlpool of fate?"
"Even if our Lu Family doesn't extend an olive branch, can you guarantee that other Chaebol Families won't want to claim him for themselves?"
Lu Yanting silently pressed his thin lips together, knowing full well that his grandfather's words reflected reality.
The Chaebol Families had already begun making moves. Who would willingly fall behind?
While grandfather and grandson sat in silence, an exceedingly respectful voice sounded outside. "Old Master, Young Master Zhendong is back."
"Heh, he still has the nerve to come back?" Old Master Lu scoffed.
Lu Zhendong was standing just outside the door. Hearing this, he turned to leave, but remembering why he had come back, he could only lower his head and call out with a show of filial devotion, "Dad, may I come in?"
"Hmph, the door isn't locked. What do you think?" Old Master Lu huffed.
Then came the sound of the bedroom door opening. Lu Zhendong was just about to step inside when he unexpectedly met his nephew's eyes. "You... you're back too?"
His voice sounded inexplicably guilty. Lu Yanting caught it immediately, but