When Lu Chengwen walked into the room, Huo Wenting was sunk in extreme anxiety and pain.
Her perfect figure stood beside the table, her lower abdomen pressed against its edge. One jade-like hand hung weakly over the tabletop, five slender, snow-white fingers resting lightly on it. Her other hand pressed gently to her forehead, as if she were caught in an anxious spiral of self-torment.
She did not even notice Lu Chengwen come in, her body trembling slightly.
Her high heels accentuated the perfect lines of her calves. From the side, her figure made Lu Chengwen's mind waver for an instant.
"Sister Wenting." Lu Chengwen's voice was very gentle.
"Mm?"
Huo Wenting turned her head, only then suddenly remembering that she had already asked her secretary to bring Lu Chengwen over.
"Oh, hello, Chengwen."
She hurriedly gathered herself and forced out a smile. "This matter is a little troublesome. I can't trust anyone else, so I called you."
Lu Chengwen did not interrupt. He only looked at her calmly.
Huo Wenting smiled bitterly. "Thank you."
"You're welcome."
"You saw my big brother?"
"Mm. We said hello."
Huo Wenting looked somewhat apologetic. "He isn't the kind of person who knows how to greet you properly. He must have said something nasty, right?"
"It was fine," Lu Chengwen said. "What I said was a little nastier than him."
Huo Wenting laughed with a pfft, looked at Lu Chengwen, and nodded. "Indeed. You and he should be the same kind of person."
Lu Chengwen pouted and shook his head. "Not necessarily. Tell me about your situation. What exactly happened?"
Huo Wenting said:
"A mysterious organization sent me a threatening message, and that same day, my security captain was assassinated."
"What's their goal?"
"The nearly ten-billion annual overseas oil contract."
Lu Chengwen's brows knitted