"Yanzhi and I haven't been in touch for a long time."

Lu Ang didn't look like he was lying.

Song Qingyu couldn't help but feel doubtful in her heart.

If it wasn’t Lu Ang, then what did Lu Yanzhi discover?

Song Qingyu's uneasiness reached its peak.

We can't stay here any longer.

She checked the time and turned to walk towards the living room.

Seeing this, Lu Ang hurriedly caught up with Song Qingyu: "Hey, you haven't promised me yet!"

Song Qingyu was in no mood to pay any attention to Lu Ang, and her pace became faster and faster.

However, as soon as I reached the door, I ran into Alma.

"So you're here. I've been looking for you for a long time."

"What's wrong?"

"Don't you like watches? Let me show you my collection."

Song Qingyu quickly waved her hand: "I have something to do with Gu Hanxing."

"Hey," Alma pulled Song Qingyu up to the second floor without hesitation, "This is a big collaboration, and there are still some small details that need to be re-finalized. They can't come out so quickly, come with me."

Lu Ang, who followed closely behind, was turned away.

He looked at the closed door and shook his head helplessly.

This Alma is really a tough nut to crack.

In the room.

Alma pulled Song Qingyu to the cabinet and said, "Look, these are all my collections. What do you think? Do you like any of them?"

Song Qingyu likes antiques.

At this moment, I am not in the mood to look at the dazzling array of watches.

She was racking her brains over how to remind Gu Hanxing to leave, and when she glanced casually, she saw that another car had parked downstairs.

The car door opened.

The next second, a tall figure walked out of the car.

The man raised his head slightly, and that familiar face slammed into Song Qingyu's pupils.

Her breath hitched.

Lu Yanzhi!!!