Meng Zichen had no real connection to Lu Yebai, he was just her child.
"You..." She glanced around the hotel lobby. Lu Yebai and Lun You were still waiting for the elevator. She wasn't sure if it was her imagination, but she felt as if Lu Yebai was looking in their direction, his gaze was cold and chilling, making her heart beat anxiously.
"Let's talk over there." Meng Xi'er pursed her lips, grabbed Mo Sinian's hand, and led him away to avoid Lu Yebai's gaze.
With a 'ding', the elevator door opened. Lun You moved forward but noticed that Lu Yebai was still standing in place, looking out, motionless.
"What's wrong?" Lun You poked his head out to look at the entrance, "What are you looking at?"
"Nothing." The usually expressionless face of Lu Yebai carried a hint of cryptic frostiness. He remembered how Meng Xi'er had grabbed Mr. Mo's hand, and for some reason, it made him feel uncomfortably upset.
