"Impossible." Lu Zhiwei shook her head.
"What about friends? Friends will do, right?" Luo Xiu said humbly.
Lu Zhiwei kept her head down and focused on eating. She didn't have the confidence to become friends with a man whose hands were covered in blood.
Perhaps one day she might upset him, and his hands would be stained with the blood of her and her loved ones.
Luo Xiu didn't get the answer he wanted, and he was very depressed and lost his appetite.
After putting down her cutlery and wiping her mouth with a napkin, Lu Zhiwei asked him, "Where's my son?"
"You know perfectly well what I'm asking. You let that man into the restroom and staged this whole thing just so I would release An'an. But the price for releasing him was seeing you, and I'm quite satisfied with that exchange." Luo Xiu placed his hands on the table, his gaze intensely fixed on Lu Zhiwei's features.
After many years, she has blossomed from a naive young girl into a more sexy and charming woman.
Lu Zhiwei disliked his aggressive gaze.
She got up from her seat, grabbed her bag, and went to pay the bill: "This meal is on me, as a thank you for taking care of my son these past few days."
Luo Xiu pulled out a chair, slowly got up, and followed her.
Lu Zhiwei went to the front desk to pay, but the receptionist refused to accept her money, saying, "Mr. Luo has already paid."
Lu Zhiwei took back the card and had no choice but to give up.
“I won’t let you spend a single penny on me; that’s what a man should do.” Luo Xiu stood behind her, his hand draped over her shoulder.
Lu Zhiwei reflexively shrugged her shoulders, shaking his hand off, and took a few steps back.
Luo Xiu raised his hand, which had been shaken off, and asked her sadly, "Are you afraid of me?"
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