Lu Weixi rubbed her eyes. She couldn't be hallucinating from lack of sleep, could she? Qin Zhiyou was clearly out of town, and his social media status late last night had clearly shown him keeping vigil at the hospital. How could he be standing at her front door now?
Taking another look, it was indeed him. The back seat of the car door opened, and Qin Zhiyou, dressed in a black suit, got out. His hair was slightly disheveled, his eyes filled with dark circles. The sunlight spilled down from the top of his head, making his tall figure look like a sculpture made of jade.
It was, without a doubt, the real Qin Zhiyou.
After getting out of the car, Qin Zhiyou didn't really look at her but was continuously discussing post-event management with Secretary Wang. Soon the servants parked the car in the garage. He prepared to enter the house, his expression as calm as ever. Still, Lu Weixi went forward and asked: "You're back? Are those people okay?"
