"Mr. Lu, are you looking for Dr. Qiao?"
An intern passing by saw Lu Moqing and approached him.
"Yeah."
"Dr. Qiao has already gotten off work, just left not too long ago."
"Off work?"
Lu Moqing furrowed his brows, thanked the intern and left without another word.
Picking up his mobile phone, he dialed Qiao Xu's number. This was the first time in all these years that he had taken the initiative to call her. An inexplicable and invisible tension began to creep into his heart without reason.
"Doot doot doot--"
After two rings, a busy tone came from the other end of the line.
"This bastard!"
He gritted his teeth and cursed, then dialed the number again without giving up. But the response was still the unbearably piercing busy tone.
"Damn you, Qiao Xu!"
"President."
Seeing him come out, the driver who had been waiting with the car door open, heard him cursing Qiao Xu through his clenched teeth and secretly worried for her.
