Lu Family villa.
Lu Lingche sat on the sofa, looking at the phone call Qiao Yin had hung up on, his brow slightly furrowed.
Now, Qiao Yin really didn't take him seriously at all. She had been clinging to his waist and sleeping in his arms last night, but today she wouldn't answer his calls or reply to his messages, acting as if she considered him nothing more than a tool for warming her bed.
Moreover, the problem was that he was the one eagerly offering himself to be her human bed-warmer, and she still didn't care for it.
"Lingche, staring at your phone and zoning out, are you waiting for someone's call?"
Lu Lingche shook his head and didn't mention the call, simply saying, "Eldest Brother, I have a person I need to hand over to you."
Lu Shengqing was somewhat surprised, "Who is it? And why hand them over to me?"
"A woman named Fang Liuye."
Lu Shengqing was taken aback, then let out a wry smile, "How did you find her?"