Lu Shaowen had unshakeable belief in Song Bingde's words; it had been like this for many years. "Master, what should we do then?"
Lu Shaowen furrowed his brow: "Let nature take its course. For now, that demon of a father doesn't know he has a son still alive in this world, and I'm afraid Yang Fan is even more clueless about his own background. We have no feud with the Yanjing Yang Family; I just don't want to see another person like that demon from the Yang Family cause a bloody storm across Jianghu."
"Master, Yang Fan seems to be very interested in the Lu Family, probing time and again. I don't know what he's up to?"
"It doesn't matter what he intends to do; the kid isn't brainless enough to make enemies everywhere. Even if, in time, we come into conflict of interest and face him head-on, we will deal with it accordingly."
Song Bingde remained silent, simply starting the car.
Lu Shaowen took one last glance back, looking through the glass display window at Yang Fan.
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