"Hey, what’s wrong with you?" Ling Hong patted on Wu Hai’s shoulders and asked loudly.
"I’m good," Wu Hai said indifferently while stroking his small mustaches.
"She isn’t here these days, but that doesn’t mean she’s not coming in future," Ling Hong shrugged and said with a relaxed expression.
"Are you talking about Lady Lu?" suddenly a short man asked.
"What? Do you also know her?" Ling Hong asked with interest.
"Of course I do. She’s such a beautiful girl," the short man smiled and said.
"Do you know why she doesn’t come?" Ling Hong asked again with an affirmative tone.
"She moved to another place," The short man said with a regretful tone.
"She moved away? When?" Wu Hai was a little suspicious.
"About one week after you left for your exhibition," The short man thought for a while and then said.
"It has been so long." There were understanding, regret, pity and faint reluctance in Wu Hai’s tone.
"How do you know that?" Yuan Zhou likewise asked suddenly.
