Seeing that she was so cautious, Lu Ming rattled off a string of numbers from memory. It was Lu Yaohua's phone number.
Lu Ming used to believe in his father so much that he had memorized this phone number. However, the high and mighty CEO, Lu Yaohua, was never a part of their lives, even when his mother passed away. Only then did he stop longing for his father.
He pushed these thoughts aside and took out the phone in Lu Ze's pocket. "This is his biological father's phone number, and the caller ID is his father. Is that enough?"
He did not memorize any number wrongly.
In other words, he held his ground.
The woman in the floral blouse was still in disbelief. She looked at the few men who were trembling and asked, "Is this person really his brother?"
Lu Ming looked at them like the shadow of death was looming over them.
The thin man pretended to be calm and nodded. "He… He is indeed Young Master Lu's older brother."