Alarmed that Li Na might have overheard their talk, Wang Dawei stood up and began to march towards the door when Lu Jianjun retorted back and relief spread over his tensed muscles as Wang Dawei came to stand beside him. He was appreciative for it wasn't Li Na who had come to visit his bureau.
"She's not her," Lu Jianjun answered absent-mindedly, leaving the space for Wang Dawei to see the working woman with a white coat and huge glasses on her nose, she smiled at Wang Dawei in the midst of answering Lu Jianjun at the door.
By the tone and expression on her, Wang Dawei could tell something happened that made him even more curious to follow Lu Jianjun.
As they walked and their shoes clicked on the cold-white floor, Wang Dawei noticed the mild frown on Lu Jianjun's forehead and asked with a concerned look, "Something happened? Is Little Tiger, alright?"