As their voices faded into the distance, Xu Ziyu's thick eyebrows furrowed even more.
He tried to move slightly, and a sharp pain shot through his knee.
Luo Xikui just kicked his most vulnerable spot, and he had been standing for so long, which only aggravated his injury.
He dragged his left leg and sat down in the chair, taking a long time to recover, his forehead covered in sweat.
After a while, he slowly rolled up his pants and looked down. They were swollen to an exaggerated degree, as if filled with water.
He should apply hot and cold compresses and rest for a day.
But who is this Mr. Ono?
Xu Ziyu's face darkened again at the thought of this. He got up and went to the bathroom, wrung out the towel provided by the hotel, and sat on the edge of the bathtub, applying it to his knees.
I changed the dressing every ten minutes or so, and after applying it three times, the swelling seemed to subside, and the pain was less noticeable.
He got up and left the bathroom, then went downstairs to get his key card from the front desk.
He originally didn't take the room key last night because he wanted to stay in Luo Xikui's room, but she was so drunk and feverish that he didn't need to give her an excuse to stay.
After returning to her room, she changed into a new outfit: a black Burberry trench coat, a white shirt, and black suit pants—simple and refreshing. Once she was ready, she went out.
Although he hadn't investigated which recording studio she was in beforehand, the assistant's words gave him the information, so he went directly to the most famous recording studio in Japan nearby.
When he arrived by car at noon, he walked into the lobby and saw Luo Xikui chatting and laughing with a man with a small ponytail. The man was in his thirties, had a beard, but was very clean and had an artistic air about him.
"Really? Then I'll have to go back and visit Professor Owen next time." Makoto Ono spoke Chinese with some stutter, but he still tried his best to communicate with Luo Xikui in Chinese.
Luo Xikui didn't actually mind using English, but since he insisted, she had no choice but to go along with him and replied with a smile, "The professor often mentions you."
"Call me a 'neglecting my duties'," Makoto Ono said with a touch of humor.
Luo Xikui's smile widened; she felt comfortable communicating with this senior from a much larger field.
Just as he was about to speak again, he caught sight of a person standing in front of him. The person was tall and upright with an exceptionally handsome face, but his face seemed to be covered with a layer of frost.
She stopped and stared at him blankly. How could he be here?
"Someone you know?" Ono Makoto asked Luo Xikui.
Luo Xikui snapped out of her daze and was about to speak to Ono Makoto when she saw Xu Ziyu walk over and stand in front of them.
"You must be Mr. Ono?" Xu Ziyu took the initiative to speak, extending his hand and saying, "Thank you for taking care of and helping Xiao Kui this time."
When Makoto Ono heard him say that, he felt something was off, so he reached out and shook hands with him, saying, "Of course, Aoi is my junior."
As soon as he finished speaking, Makoto Ono knew something was wrong. The man in front of him was speaking as if he were a relative of Luo Xi Kui. He couldn't help but narrow his eyes and scrutinize him.
Such simple clothes, yet she exudes an extraordinary air; she must be no ordinary person.
"How did you get here?" Luo Xikui frowned slightly. This was the second time she had asked him this question today—the first time in bed, and the second time here.
She always felt that things were the opposite of six years ago. Six years ago, she was always the one chasing after him, but now when she tries to avoid him, he keeps chasing after her.
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