Lu Qingyi took a taxi to the Wen Mansion. As she received Luo Jia's text message, the corners of her lips curled slightly upwards, hinting a deep meaning in her smile.
No sooner had she left the taxi, old Mr. Wen cheerfully approached her. The moment he saw Lu Qingyi, his wrinkled face quickly broke into a broad grin.
"Miss Lu, you are here."
His words were filled with respect as he opened the mansion door for Lu Qingyi.
Lu Qingyi's expression was indifferent. She glanced at him without saying a word.
"Miss Lu, when can young master Wen Linyu's leg be completely healed?"
Mr. Wen started the conversation, his major concern remaining over Wen Linyu's leg.
Only when Wen Linyu's leg is healed could he genuinely let out a sigh of relief.
"If he doesn't hinder himself, a full recovery can happen within a year."
Lu Qingyi's expression was still cold. Her gaze towards Mr. Wen and her voice carried the same detachment.