Lu Xingzhou felt a brief moment of hardening, but that was as far as it went.
Because she was a woman in his father's inner circle, he knew she had long since been used and discarded; no tricks would work on her. Especially that face—beautiful, yet wearing the same expressionless mask it had worn for ten years, as if nothing could leave a mark on her.
"What are you here for? Did my father send you?"
Chapter 987