The Lu Family's council hall.
Lu Mingchuan looked at Zheng Yan, who had been shackled but still maintained an unchanged expression and showed no sign of regret, and said coldly, "Zheng Yan, do you realize what you've done wrong?"
"Zheng Yan doesn't know, please enlighten me, Family Head," Zheng Yan said expressionlessly.
"I don't care about your scheming against Lin Shen, but you shouldn't have dragged my daughter Lu Qing into this." A flash of anger crossed the depths of Lu Mingchuan's eyes; he was very dissatisfied with Zheng Yan's attitude.
"I didn't involve Lu Qing," Zheng Yan still had that indifferent attitude.
"Didn't you? You took the Angel to where Lu Qing was, how could you be sure the Angel wouldn't harm Lu Qing? When you were incapable of controlling the situation, you did something out of your control and placed my daughter's fate in the hands of someone else, that's enough reason for you to deserve death ten thousand times over," Lu Mingchuan said angrily.