Ms. Tan and her son had not yet seen Chen Xiangtai when Old Tan "invited" them to see Lu Xinglan.
At that moment, Lu Xinglan was answering a phone call, not even lifting his head, with the speakerphone on. The voice on the other end was unmistakable to Chen Debao.
"Mr. Lu."
It was Mr. Zhao.
Lu Xinglan lazily hummed a response.
What was the relationship between Mr. Zhao and Lu Xinglan? Ms. Tan and her son held their breaths, listening attentively.
Mr. Zhao's tone was very respectful, just like his father from Zhao Real Estate: "Everything has been taken care of, would you like to take the money and end it, or continue?"
Lu Xinglan lay on the hospital bed, looking weary. Possessing a handsome facade, his eyes were droopy, hiding a third of their brilliance and flamboyance, as he replied nonchalantly, "Let's see."
Mr. Zhao chuckled sycophantically, "Then I'll wait for your commands."
Lu Xinglan: "Hmm."
