Lù Yue'an's words roughly expressed two meanings.
Firstly, her words held little sway in the Lù family now. Secondly, she did not want to marry Lin Yi, but because she could do little to change it, she would still marry him when they came of age.
Lu Qing sighed. "You're only eighteen years old. There's still two more years, we can think of a way. If you really don't want to marry him, I'll help you think of a way."
Lù Yue'an raised her head abruptly and took a step forward to look into his eyes. "Really, Brother? But I don't want you to get involved, the Lin family and the Lù family are not things you can influence."
"It's fine, we'll cross that bridge when we get to it. Don't worry, I'll go back and think about it carefully."
"Yes, thank you, Brother!"
Lu Qing smiled and patted her head. "You're welcome."
Lù Yue'an noticed a bulge in Lu Qing's pocket.
"Brother, what's in your pocket?"