Quarrel

"It's not a certainty, isn't it?" Lu Man held Han Zhuoli's hand. "You… Don't take my words to heart. I just said it casually."

"Don't worry, I won't jump to conclusions and wrong someone just like that." Han Zhuoli smiled and comforted her, squishing her soft palm. "But since we have a suspicion, it's always good to check and put our hearts at ease. If we were really mistaken, that would be the best and we can completely be assured afterward. However…"

Even Han Zhuoli was not willing to voice that possibility. The atmosphere turned cold. "My family cannot accept such disgrace. My big brother shouldn't be subjected to such humiliation either."

Lu Man held Han Zhuoli's hand and said, "Okay."

This matter, Han Zhuoli decided to deal with himself and not leave to other people.

After all, this was the private affairs of the Han Family, and Han Zhuoling was involved in it.