In the blink of an eye, the weekend arrived. Yue tingfeng waited until it was almost noon, but Lu xiuche still did not call.
He thought about it and decided to give him a call.
After a while, no one picked up. Yue tingfeng was puzzled. What was up with this Lu xiuche?
He didn't know that Lu xiuche was at home holding his phone. He was so anxious that his forehead was sweating,""What should we do? what should we do? he's calling!"
The bodyguard chased after Lu xiuche."Young master, why don't you just say that you're sick? you can't go."
"No, how can I ... How can I use illness as an excuse to escape? I'll be so cowardly." Lu xiuche admitted that he was a coward this time, but he really couldn't use his illness as an excuse.
In the future, he would look down on himself.
