Lu Mohai suddenly stood up in anger, and stormed towards the cafe's doorway.
Lu Qingyi: "???"
A question mark floated over Lu Qingyi's head, she was quite puzzled and didn't understand Lu Mohai's current behavior.
"Old Tang, what do you mean?"
Lu Mohai walked to the entrance aggressively, pointing at a middle-aged man in a coat who was quite handsome, and spoke in a particularly unfriendly tone
Tang Chaoran: "…"
He looked baffled at the irate Lu Mohai.
How did he provoke Lu Mohai?
Lu Mohai, who hardly ever appeared in public, was suddenly before him, radiating overwhelming anger.
Tang Chaoran was flummoxed.
"You have a wife and family."
Without uttering another word, Lu Mohai lunged forward and grabbed Tang Chaoran by the collar, his tone hostile. He seemed to be on the brink of punching Tang Chaoran.
"I know that."
Tang Chaoran was completely baffled as he met Lu Mohai's gaze, not understanding his point.