Once, Mo Nanze used to think Lu Yinfeng was paranoid, actually entertaining the ridiculous idea that Luo Xueshu had stolen their child.
Now Mo Nanze knew he was wildly mistaken—he should never have doubted a mother's intuition.
Luo Xueshu really had stolen their child...
Luo Xueshu remained just as composed, showing none of the panic that one might expect from having their wrongdoing exposed.
"Please have a seat," Luo Xueshu said with a smile, "Today, we have gathered here to have a proper discussion about Niannian."
Lu Yinfeng glanced at Mo Nanze and tugged on his sleeve; the two of them sat down together.
If it could bring Lu Zhu back, she was willing to pay any price.
Luo Xueshu elegantly sliced her steak with a knife and fork, savoring the delicious meal.
The dinner knife scraped across the porcelain plate, emitting a sharp, ear-piercing noise.
Yet in front of Mo Nanze and Lu Yinfeng was a fragrant steak that did little to provoke their appetite.