"Why are you still standing there? Get lost."
Several subordinates hastily bowed, "Yes, yes."
They all turned to leave when Lu Jing suddenly called out again.
"Wait."
The subordinates turned back, foreheads beading with sweat, "Second Master, do you have any other orders?"
Lu Jing lifted his gaze, "Bring Liu Cheng over here."
"Yes." Although they did not understand why the Second Master wanted the museum manager to come over, they immediately went to carry out the order.
After everyone had left, Lu Jing still had an unchecked ferocity on his face, a cigarette dangling from the corner of his mouth as he slowly turned his head, squinting toward the long window where the girl had just appeared.
...
Ah Da walked a distance and suddenly realized why she found the man in the pavilion familiar—he resembled the strange little boy on Lingcheng Mountain, not just in looks, but the curve of his smile was nearly identical as well.
Could these two... be father and son?
