Only when someone holds a greater weight in another's heart than themselves will they risk their own life to protect that person.
If he were with Jing Yiren, he'd do the same….
Recalling that moment in the hospital when he saw Yue Feng forcefully kissing Jing Yiren, a surge of anger ignited within him.
His large hand unconsciously clenched into a fist and hammered onto the desk.
The desk made a loud bang, and tiny cracks appeared on the surface.
Lu Ming's lean and attractive fingers started to bruise, with blood seeping from some split skin...
Lu Ming took a bath in the study room's bathroom. When he returned to his room, it was already around 11 PM.
Donned in a bathrobe and slippers, he walked lazily and indifferently along the corridor. Before he approached the master bedroom, he noticed the door was ajar.
Lu Ming paused slightly in his steps—hesitating for a second or two—then continued towards the bedroom.