On the other end of the phone, Lu Heting seemed to have guessed what Mr. Pang had done after hearing the gust of wind from the movement.
Since Mr. Pang had already obediently cut off a finger and Su Bei was fine, he would pretend that this had never happened.
Otherwise…
Lu Heting's eyes were cold. Under the cold moonlight, they looked especially chilling.
However, when he glanced at the quiet and sweet figure sleeping on the bed, his body turned warm and soft.
Lu Hang said to Mr. Pang, "Mr. Pang, I believe Mr. Lu's anger has subsided. Take your finger back."
"No need." Even if Mr. Pang brought it back, it would be useless. Did he have to bring it back? Then what would Mr. Lu think of his atonement?
He picked it up and tossed it into the trash can. He took off his jacket, hugged his palms, and turned around to walk away.
Who asked him to be blind enough to dare to touch Mr. Lu's woman?
