Song Zhen's eyes shone astonishingly as he stared at Lu Xunzhi without blinking.
This gave Lu Xunzhi the sudden feeling of being a fish on the chopping block under the butcher's knife.
He swallowed nervously and asked, "Kid, what are you scheming?"
Since we're all family here, it's better to speak frankly.
This kind of hesitance and meticulous planning made Lu Xunzhi feel anxious and uncomfortable.
Song Zhen released his shoulder and casually took the teacup that had been warming on the small fire, pouring himself a cup of Liang Xiaoqi's favorite green tea.
After tasting it, Song Zhen spoke softly, "If my mother knew that all these years you've kept yourself pure for her, she would be consoled in heaven."
Lu Xunzhi's eyes quickly became sour, and he blinked several times, turning his face away, not daring to meet Song Zhen's gaze.
Regardless of how much he regretted or felt guilty now, time couldn't flow backward.
