Amu looked up suspiciously, only to see him gazing idiotically in the direction of the airport entrance.
After a long while, he withdrew his gaze and lowered his eyes, lost in thought.
"Young Master, who were you just looking at?" Amu couldn't help but ask.
Lu Xingye gave him a cold glance, and, feeling warned, Amu shut up obediently, not daring to ask another word.
"Have Awu and Aliu keep a close watch on that mother and daughter. If they make a fuss about wanting to return to the country, take measures to keep them in line. There's no need to report back to me!"
"Yes, I will instruct Awu right away."
Just yesterday, the lawyer Lu Xingye had sent obtained the surveillance video from the hospital's ward at the time of the incident, turning the murder charge on Lu Sirong into one of legitimate self-defense.
