For the first time, Lu Nanchen truly experienced the feeling of being infuriated, and it was happening to him right now.
Having entrusted Yu Ting to someone else, leaving the reporters in chaos and the man who had vanished after running away, Lu Nanchen got into his car, his hands on the wheel, with an earphone embedded in one ear.
As his foot hit the accelerator, even the car could sense his fury.
He was on a call through his earphone.
After a few rings, the call was connected.
"Hello?"
"It's me, brother-in-law," Lu Nanchen said coldly.
Something must have happened.
"What's wrong?" The man, who was outside vacationing, felt his heart pound as he heard Lu Nanchen's voice.
He knew from his mother that Yu Ting was pregnant. Shouldn't Lu Nanchen be happy at this time?
Why did he sound like he was ready to eat someone alive?
"Where are you? I'm coming to see you, Yu Ting almost got stabbed today." Lu Nanchen's hands involuntarily tightened around the wheel as he spoke.
