Chen Nan was burning with anxiety because he had no idea why Xu Lu's phone was in someone else's hands.
A bad omen abruptly rose in his heart.
The woman's voice came through again, tinged with a mocking amusement: "Mr. Chen really tends to forget things due to his high status. I can't believe you can't even recognize my voice, it really does hurt one's feelings!"
"Are you one of Lin Yu's people?" Chen Nan's eyebrows were tightly knitted as he thought of the woman he had met in the cemetery a few days earlier.
"At last Mr. Chen has remembered me!" Han Lu said with a laugh: "My name is Han Lu, also known as Lulu."
"Speak, what do you want?" Chen Nan's gaze suddenly turned as sharp as a dagger, emitting an intimidating chill, as if it could freeze the air around him.
He clenched his fists tightly, his knuckles turning white from the force, his body trembling slightly—a manifestation of extreme rage.
