"Was it you who had Lu Chen remove the tracker?"
Fang Yuan's complexion instantly turned pale white. "I... I just didn't want him to die, that's all!"
"Lu Jin, put down the gun!" Lu Youwei sat on the little sofa and heavily set the cup down on the table beside him.
Lu Jin sneered, slowly lowering the gun, "If you're going to find him, then don't live in Zone B anymore."
Fang Ya was shocked, while the silent Fang Lian's mouth curved up high in agreement. This time, she completely agreed with what her son said, as this house was so small, Fang Ya's departure would free up a lot of space.
"You... you can't do this!"
Lu Jin said with a hint of mockery, "Do you think Lu Chen would be grateful to you? He ceased to be your son from the moment you abandoned him at the Jiang Residence."
In this respect, Lu Chen was the same as him.
Both had foolish mothers.
His gaze swept over Fang Lian and Lu Youwei, warning, "If you want to live, then keep quiet."
