"Then you've probably been deceived. I don't recall anyone named Cen Mulin from my time studying abroad."
Lu Yunque actually remembered her, but their relationship could hardly be called close. At most, when they ran into each other at school, he found her vaguely familiar and knew she was a fellow student. That was all.
However, he hadn't known that Cen Mulin would actually lie to Cen Senrong.
And Cen Senrong's expression right now could be described as being as black as ink.
This was the definition of social death, and it was all thanks to his daughter.
"Now, shall we discuss why Chairman Cen brought so many people here? What did you hope to accomplish?"
Lu Yunque glanced over Cen Senrong and the group of people behind him. Though he wore a smile, it sent a chill down the spine.
Li Yuexing and his friends also watched Cen Senrong and his entourage, the corners of their mouths lifted in slight smirks.
'Picking a fight with Zijing? Are they tired of living?'
