The news of Lu Hang's death was like a bomb in the Imperial City.
However, everyone understood—it was merely sighing over the loss of a young life.
Ou Zun was the one who drove Mù Qiānxún to Lin You's apartment. As Mù Qiānxún got out of the car, she said to Ou Zun, "If you're busy, go ahead and take care of your business. I'll go up by myself."
Ou Zun nodded. After all, this was a woman-to-woman comfort situation, and it was clear that his presence, as a man, would not be appropriate.
Just as Mù Qiānxún was about to leave, she hesitated, turned back, and leaned against the car window, her large eyes fixed on Ou Zun.
Ou Zun chuckled, "What's wrong? Do you need me to go up with you?"
Mù Qiānxún gently shook her head, her eyes brimming with amusement. "I just wanted to ask you: based on what you know about second brother, is he upstairs right now?"
Ou Zun answered without hesitation, "A hundred percent."
