He was afraid of breaking it if he held it in his hands, or melting it if he kept it in his mouth.

"Luo Xiu, I'm taking my son back to Yunzhou," Lu Zhiwei said solemnly to him.

"No." Luo Xiu rejected her idea almost out of the mouth.

"This is not a request, nor is it a discussion; I am informing you," Lu Zhiwei said coldly.

"What if I said I wouldn't let you go back?" A frosty look spread across Luo Xiu's irritable face.

They finally found her, but after only a short time together, she was leaving again.

Yunzhou was not within his sphere of influence, and everything that happened there would be beyond his control.

He was afraid of that feeling.

"Don't forget that I still have a home there, a younger brother, and I need to go back to pay respects to our ancestors. If you insist on stopping me, I really can't go back, but I'll only hate you even more."

Lu Zhiwei laid out the unpleasant truths upfront.

"Fine...fine then." Luo Xiu turned his face away.

His expression betrayed his dejection.

"Then... will you come back?" Luo Xiu asked her in a hoarse voice.

Lu Zhiwei glanced at Luo Xiu, "I don't know about that."

She didn't want to give Luo Xiu any expectations.

"Then I'll wait for you to come back, one week at most. If you don't come back, I'll come pick you up myself. Zhizhi, I can only bear not seeing you for one week. Not even one more day."

Luo Xiu didn't wait for Lu Zhiwei to refuse before turning around and leaving.

Lu Zhiwei led Lu Anyu, who had just woken up from his afternoon nap, downstairs.

The Luo family's butler came to her side personally: "Miss Lu, our young master has prepared a private jet for you, and all your luggage and belongings have been prepared. Please follow me."

Where are the others?

"Young Master has gone to work."

Lu Zhiwei followed the housekeeper with her son.

On the second-floor balcony, Luo Xiu held onto the railing with one hand and held a cigarette in the other, shrouded in a thick layer of gloom.