So the next morning, Nianyang dragged Chu Zhan over to Lu Xingshen's private villa, demanding to see Shi Nuan, only to be stopped at the gate by security.
"Sorry, Mr. Lu said, anyone from the Chu Family is strictly forbidden from seeing Shi Nuan."
Nianyang and Chu Zhan looked at the circle of security guards in front of them, and it was obvious Lu Xingshen had prepared in advance—clearly he knew they were coming.
There was nothing they could do, and they couldn't just fight their way in, so Nianyang and Chu Zhan could only waste time there.
During this time, Chu Zhan kept calling Shi Nuan. Shi Nuan stood on the room's balcony, holding the constantly vibrating phone, her face a desolate sheet of white.
"What, you want to pick up?" Lu Xingshen walked over from behind. Dressed in a black shirt, tall with long legs, his handsome, aristocratic face was covered in a chill.
"Of course not." Shi Nuan denied with her mouth, dropped her gaze, hung up, and turned off the phone.
