Lu Meng looked up and, sure enough, there he was!
It was Song Yunchi, that guy!
With one hand rubbing the sore spot on her forehead, Lu Meng reflexively jumped back a step and stared at him defensively, "What are you doing here?"
"Miss Lu, this is Imperial Hospital in S Country. I should be asking how you ended up here."
His implication was clear: so an A Country person like you can be here, but not me, a native of S Country?
Knowing she was at fault, Lu Meng, with her reddened forehead, offered a grumbling apology, "I'm sorry."
She was in a hurry and didn't want to get entangled with Song Yunchi for too long.
Hurriedly moving past him, she was about to leave.
Song Yunchi turned around, watching her hastily retreating figure with a smirk on his lips.
Outside the Imperial Hospital.
A black Bentley Mulsanne was parked quietly there.
The shiny black of its body was so polished it could reflect a person's image; it was discreet and restrained, exuding a luxurious aura.
