Qiao Nian returned the phone to him. "Let's find him first."
Lu Zhi took his cell phone and asked her cooperatively, "Do you want me to call the chauffeur?"
"That's too troublesome." Qiao Nian picked up her baseball cap and put it on her head. Then, she lowered the brim, revealing her snow-white jawline, and said, "The longer Master Cheng is in their hands, the more danger he will be in. There's no time to wait. I'll go now!"
Lu Zhi quietly touched his weak legs under the table. He knew he would only waste time if he insisted on following her.
He was used to being a burden.
He raised his eyebrows calmly. "Then you go first. I'll look for you when the chauffeur comes."
"Sure."
The girl went to foot the bill. When she turned around and passed by his table, she saw he was on the phone with the chauffeur. Her fair fingers knocked on the table, making a crisp sound.
