Zhuo Junli raised an eyebrow and pointed with the tip of the fan at Lu Mian, "Lord Lu, please put on your clothes first. I can't stand seeing the wound on your chest."
When Zhuo Junli saw Lu Mian, he knew he had been too intense in his bedroom activities and was delayed in coming out to meet him.
But the news he received was that Leng Muling had nearly died.
He went back and forth with Lu Mian, who patiently dealt with him, eventually yawning and having someone see him out.
Standing at the gates of the Lu residence, Zhuo Junli's eyes were extremely dark and brooding.
Inside the carriage outside the Lu residence, Yun Sijin lifted a corner of the curtain and asked with concern, "What's going on?"
"The message was just a patch of blood, nothing written. I tried to pry, but Lu Mian's mouth could drive someone mad in the middle of the night."
Zhuo Junli shook his fan as he got into the carriage.
Today, he wouldn't be able to see Leng Muling.
