The man who had just gone to tug Lu Ang's clothes reached out for Lu Ang's clothes again, but before he could touch them, the elder Mr. Lu, who had been standing by listening sullenly, spoke up.
"I really didn't expect you to secretly wish for my death like this." Mr. Lu's voice was like fireworks suddenly exploding on a silent night, catching people off guard while being deafeningly loud.
Lu Ang, who was just planning his future in front of Xu Ke and Lin Mengyao, heard his grandfather's voice the next second. Lu Ang's heart even stopped beating for a moment, causing a bit of pain in his chest.
Lu Ang put on a fawning smile and slowly turned around to look at elder Mr. Lu, who stood not far behind him.
"Grandpa, let me explain. This is actually a misunderstanding; things aren't the way you heard." Lu Ang gestured with his hands, thinking of a plan while his mind frustratingly drew a blank, leaving him at a loss on how to proceed.
