Long Yang Had Prepared Himself For The Worst

"Then why did you look so stern just now?" Lu Liangwei said accusingly, still not fully convinced.

Long Yang sighed, knowing that what happened today would weigh on her mind if he did not tell her the truth. Eventually, he said, "Actually, Weiwei, I had prepared myself for the worst during the time you were missing."

Lu Liangwei's heart sank. "The worst? Like what?"

There was an iciness in Long Yang's eyes, and after a long while, he finally replied, "I found a painting in Long Chi's study."

Lu Liangwei suddenly had a bad feeling about this. "What painting?"

Long Yang's jaw was grimly set, and there was a forbidding storm of murderous intent brewing in his deep eyes.

"What painting was it?" Seeing his reaction, Lu Liangwei could not help asking again.

Long Yang's aura of menace was instantly dispelled by her unrelenting curiosity. Leaning close to her, he whispered in her ear, "A painting of a naked girl."