Rong Ying looked at Lu Moqing's face, hesitated for a moment, and didn't say anything for a while.
"Aunt Rong, I'll leave first. Qiaoxu is waiting for me to return to the country. Lu's now in her hands, so I'm worried," said Lu Moqing.
"Okay, you take care of yourself, and if there's anything you don't understand, you can always come to Aunt Rong," replied Rong Ying.
"Aunt Rong, please take care."
Lu Moqing opened the door to Rong Ying's ward and walked out.
As Rong Ying watched Lu Moqing's retreating figure, her expression took on an inexplicable deeper meaning.
After leaving Rong Ying's ward, the sharpness on Lu Moqing's face when he mentioned Qiaoxu had disappeared. In his narrowed deep eyes, there was an unfathomable depth that no one could understand.
The Lu family's private aircraft was parked behind the apron of the US Lu's Building.
