"Mr. Lu! Calm down!"
Several bodyguards held Lu Ming back, struggling against his strength before finally bringing him under control.
Suddenly, a frail, hoarse voice rang out.
"Lu Ming!" The voice was so hoarse that its gender was indiscernible.
Enraged, Lu Ming had no interest in listening to anyone.
Moreover, the cacophony had swept the weak voice under its rug.
The voice persistently called again, "Lu Ming!"
"..." No one still responded to her.
"Uncle!" The voice was as faint as a mosquito buzzing.
It made Lu Ming freeze in surprise, standing dead still. The room suddenly fell quiet.
Had he heard wrong?
"..." Uncle?
The doctor had just said she only had a cramp.
Lu Ming stood still with worry, afraid to turn around. He feared disappointment, and the voice didn't sound like Jing Yiren's either.
Ignoring the restraint of the bodyguards, Lu Ming stood stiffly.
He cautiously asked, "Are you calling for me?"
A low cough came from behind him: "No, I'm calling for a pig!"
