On Chu Lui's unhappy face, his lips curled into a small smile. He seemed to be saying something.
"Idiot!"
Du Jingtang waited for a response from Chu Lui. None came. He touched his nose, looked at the computer screen, and finally, prepared to make his exit. "Alright, Cousin. I won't disturb you any further. There's also a lot of work waiting for me to do. So… I'll make a move."
Still, Chu Lui continued to treat him as if he was invisible. He mumbled as he left.
"What's up with him, being so gloomy the whole day? Freak."
After Du Jingtang left, Chu Lui stopped whatever he was working on and reached out for the letter on the table. He read it again, lips pursed tightly. How was it possible for a three-year-old child to be so sick? He saw the address. Coincidentally, the child was not far from him. Perhaps, he could drop by for a visit.
