Han Lu, who had been squinting his eyes and enjoying the tenderness of his beauty, slowly opened his eyes and glanced at the woman in the red dress with a sly smile.
"Madam Du, why are you so interested in news about the Silver Fox?"
The woman in the red dress was none other than Madam Du Jiangbo, Li Yan's elder sister, Li Yu.
Li Yu froze for a moment, then forced a smile and said:
"I've always heard that the Silver Fox's fur is exceptionally smooth and soft, even finer than the finest silk. I was simply curious~~"
She clung to Han Lu's thick arm, acting coy.
Han Lu sneered and roughly threw her off. Li Yu's delicate arm struck the side of the carriage wall, her face twisted in pain, and an expression of sorrow and fear emerged.
"Lord Han, you…"
Han Lu turned around, gripping Li Yu's chin with his massive hand and pinching forcefully, ignoring her look of suffering. He sneered coldly:
