Luo Ying followed Xia Wei without stopping. She looked around as she spoke.
As if she suddenly thought of something, she turned around and looked at Wu Yong before continuing to ask, "That chauffeur is Brother Lu Man's chauffeur, right? Where is he? Something seems to have happened to Brother Lu Man. How can he not be around?"
Actually, Luo Ying's last sentence meant that if the artist's driver was not around, it would not be convenient and timely for Lu Man if he had any accidents or needs.
However, these words clearly had another meaning in Wu Yong's ears.
He frowned slightly, as if he had suddenly thought of something. He turned to look at Xia Wei, hesitating if he should tell her what had just happened.
In the camper van, Lu Man's face, which was still covered in makeup, was covered in cold sweat. He curled up on the sofa of the camper van and moaned in extreme pain. "Mmm… Don't touch me, don't touch me! My stomach hurts!"
