On the hospital rooftop, the clouds hung low, the night wind howled, fluttering the blood-stained corner of the man's clothes.
He stood on the empty helipad, his long and attractive eyebrows and eyes were shrouded in unfathomable gloom, the man's features were sharp and clear, his jawline tightened as he watched the plane taking off in front of him.
Even though the fierce wind on the rooftop made his eyes dry, he did not blink at all, as if afraid to miss every second of Lu Xiaoyou's departure.
After the private jet penetrated the thick clouds, flying towards a farther and higher sky, Long Xiliang picked up his phone and dialed a number.
"Dispatch the surveillance flight team, follow the plane that took off from the hospital."
There was not a trace of warmth in Long Xiliang's voice.
How could he just stand by and watch as Feng Zheyu took Lu Xiaoyou to a place even he couldn't find?
