The middle-aged man was startled at first, then his expression twisted into a vicious glare. "You filthy bitch, what are you spouting? How could I possibly be Miss Erya’s father—"
"Whether it’s nonsense doesn’t matter," Lu Wensheng said, coughing softly. She looked at the man with cold mockery, her voice devoid of emotion. "Lu Erya will believe it, Madame Lu will harbor doubts… and the fact that you will surely die because of it—that is enough!"
The man let out a cold laugh, dismissing Lu Wensheng’s words as the ramblings of a lunatic. How could her empty accusations possibly cost him his life?
Chapter 387