He didn't deliberately lower his voice.
The officials conversing with Lu Zhan hadn't yet registered who this "Miss" was when they saw the expression on the usually composed and dignified Mr. Lu's face change dramatically.
By the time they realized what was happening, Lu Zhan had already strode out, with Duan Ling close behind him.
In the private room next door, Lu Zhan, his face grim, pushed the door open without hesitation.
However, the scene inside was obscured by a screen placed before the door. He could only make out the indistinct, chaotic movement of figures, accompanied by shrieks and angry curses.
"What's going on?" Lu Zhan demanded in a low, stern voice.
"Mr. Lu, hurry! Some bitch is bullying Wanwan! She even scalded her hand with tea!" Ouyang Zhenzhu yelled the moment she heard Lu Zhan's voice.
Lu Zhan didn't hesitate any longer and strode inside.
