Lu Mingzhen's brows were tightly furrowed, "What do you mean by that?"
"What I mean is, the reason she killed my elder brother could very well be because she held a grudge against you."
Lu Mingzhen blurted out, "Hold a grudge against me? Then why didn't she kill you?"
Lu Lingche finally looked up at his father, then he let out a cold laugh, "Perhaps she simply didn't have the chance to strike yet, or maybe, she knows you don't care about me. Killing me wouldn't hurt you, thus her revenge would be meaningless."
There was another possibility that Lu Lingche didn't mention.
Perhaps, the person who held a grudge against that woman wasn't just Lu Mingzhen—it was also Madam Lu!
And the woman knew that only the elder brother was Madam Lu's child, whereas he, Lu Lingche, was a bastard, not born of Madam Lu, so he had dodged a bullet.