Meanwhile, on the second floor of Anran Restaurant, in a private room.
"Knock knock!" Amu knocked on the door outside, and when he heard a "Come in" from inside, he pushed the door and entered.
In the private room, Lu Xingye and Jing Lin (the fourth child of the Jing Family) sat facing each other with a table full of untouched delicacies.
Seeing Amu's hurried expression, Jing Lin let out an "Eh," surprised, he said, "What's all this urgency about that even Amu's gone pale? Geez, has your master finally gone bankrupt?"
Lu Xingye glanced at him indifferently, his look seemingly mocking Jing Lin for talking nonsense in broad daylight.
Jing Lin chuckled twice, then picked up a cup of water from the table to mask the malice in his smile.
"Amu, what happened?" Lu Xingye rapped his smartphone on the table.
As Amu leaned forward, about to whisper, Jing Lin across him pretended to cough a few times and deliberately said,
