Madam Lu felt like she was sitting on pins and needles.
No matter what the cause of this matter was, it was all her fault.
It was because the Feng family's company belonged to her best friend. Lu Heting had never cared about who she wanted to give it to. He only wanted to help her.
Who knew that it would cause such a huge crisis in the blink of an eye?
Madam Lu finally contacted Feng Ze.
The moment the call connected, her breathing quickened. She asked, "Feng Ze, why are you doing this?"
A calm male voice sounded from the other side. "Boss is very busy now. Please call back in a few minutes."
Madam Lu had no choice but to wait patiently for a few more minutes. On the other hand, Feng Ze was merely drawing with his head lowered. On the snow-white paper, he had casually sketched out an exaggerated and abstract image of a person with a ghostly and terrifying aura.
