The shirt he was wearing was still the same one from yesterday evening before she left, with disordered creases across the chest and elbow areas, a faint hint of stubble on his chin, and noticeable red veins in his pupils.
Compared to his usual neatly dressed appearance in suits, Lu Huai'an now exuded a sense of desolation amid his indifference.
The vibration of her phone pulled Lin Chu back to reality. It was probably a reply from Jiang Muhui on WeChat, but she didn't check it.
Stepping forward to Lu Huai'an, with a faint smile on her lips, she said, "Have you finished talking? I was passing by and thought to check in. Is she okay?"
Lu Huai'an's calm gaze fixed on the girl's smiling face, with a sea of darkness deep within his black eyes.
He didn't answer her question, just casually remarked, "You didn't come home last night."
It was a statement, not a question.
