"I will ask my wife if she knows anything about this man." He picked up the laptop with the images and video before walking away through the corridor; he opened the bedroom walking in before closing it behind him.
The bedroom was dim, cloaked in soft golden light to ease her in resting. If these people wanted his wife then the possibility of his wife knowing these people was high.
Lu Wan Ruyi lay against a mound of silk pillows, her skin pale but her eyes still clear and sharp. Despite the tension outside those walls, the room had been kept quiet and she had fallen asleep.
Lu Wan Ruyi suddenly snapped her eyes open the moment Lu Zhi Hao got closer. She was sharp and sensitive, surprising Lu Zhi Hao, who was caught off guard. In such a situation, Lu Wan Ruyi could only act with caution.
She immediately calmed down seeing who it was and smelling that familiar scent.
