"Dad! What happened..."
"Come back immediately!" the President said coldly as he hung up the phone.
"..." Other than when he was a child and had done something wrong, Lu Zhenghua had never spoken to Lu Ming in such a tone since he had become an adult. Something significant must have occurred.
Otherwise, his father would never ask him to return to the old house at this hour.
Lu Ming's expression tensed; he hesitated and glanced at the room card on the marble counter.
The words of the receptionist echoed in his head: "Yes, she is alone."
It couldn't be that coincidental.
Thinking this, Lu Ming pocketed his cellphone and decisively turned to leave.
Just after Lu Ming left, the phone at the reception rang.
The receptionist picked it up and respectfully answered, "Hello, XX Hotel…"
