Lu Hechen's office.
He sat in his executive chair, head down, perusing a document, briskly signing his name.
Soon, Assistant Chen took the document and left.
The phone suddenly rang, he glanced at the screen, and picked it up.
"Mr. Mu, Miss Shen is having dinner with a man at the top floor of Vite Hotel. It is reported that the gentleman is none other than Jiangnan's foremost embroidery master, Zhuang Yuezhou."
Upon hearing this, Lu Hechen narrowed his eyes, his grip on the phone tightened, and he said sternly, "And then?"
"They talked a lot, and now they have gone to a room downstairs. The room number is 2612."
Lu Hechen stood up abruptly, his cold gaze constricting intensely, and he said into the phone, "Keep a close watch, I'll be right there."
At this moment, inside room 2612.
