Hearing Lu Hong's answer, Luo Yanxue smiled slightly: "Then I'll take Brother Lu's good words."
Immediately, Luo Yanxue also finished breakfast, wiped his mouth, and left the cafeteria directly.
Lu Hong, on the other hand, dug in heartily. Due to the nourishment of Fighting Spirit, his physical quality was improving rapidly, and the strengthening of his muscles required a huge amount of energy from food, hence the increased appetite.
And that afternoon, Zhong Minghuang called.
"Hello!"
Lu Hong picked up the phone, feeling a bit lazy as he emerged from meditation.
"Mr. Lu, please head to the square in your district immediately. There will be a designated helicopter coming to pick you up."
Hearing the slightly hurried voice of Zhong Minghuang.
Lu Hong asked in confusion, "What happened?"
