Su Xingyu couldn't stop her, and the girl left with high spirits.
After waiting an entire day without any news, Su Xingyu was very worried and tried calling her several times but couldn't get through. Late at night, Lu Shifeng returned home, dressed impeccably in his suit as always, yet an underlying weariness could be detected in his demeanor.
Su Xingyu stood up from the sofa in the living room.
Mrs. Gui, who was by her side, took two steps forward and exclaimed in a low voice, "Young master, your face...!"
They all saw the scratches on his face, thin and bloody, along with a noticeable bruise at the corner of his right eye.
Did he get into a fight? Or was he mugged?
A flurry of thoughts passed through Su Xingyu's mind, and she couldn't help but forget about Xia Ling's matter, blurting out, "What happened?"
