Seeing Chu Chen's smiling face, Old Xu thought of his own behavior and felt somewhat embarrassed. He smiled and explained, "As you get older, you just like to ramble. Little Chu, sorry for making a fool of myself!"
Hearing this, Chu Chen hurriedly waved his hands. "How could that be? The truth becomes clearer the more it's debated!"
"You brat..."
Old Xu shook his head with a smile. Just then, he saw the dishes Zuo Shan had packed up earlier. He slapped his forehead and said, "Little Chu, I'm really sorry. I've made you all go hungry. You should eat first..."
As he spoke, he suddenly remembered something. His face changed, and he cried out, "Oh no! I went downstairs in such a hurry that I left the manuscripts on the table. I have to go back and check!"
As he spoke, he ran toward the door.
Chu Chen was stunned when he heard this, and he grew anxious as well. But he immediately remembered that this was a high-end hotel with very tight security, so nothing should have gone wrong. Besides, Old Xu had not been downstairs for long. Even counting the time spent here, it had been at most a little over an hour. In that amount of time, unless someone had helped from within, the manuscripts definitely should not have been in danger.
"Old Xu, slow down! Nothing will have happened!"
Seeing how flustered Old Xu was—and considering that he was already over seventy—Chu Chen hurriedly called out a reminder. But Old Xu's thoughts were entirely focused on those manuscripts. He did not even reply before running out.
Seeing this, Chu Chen instructed, "Zuo Shan, go check on Old Xu. Make sure he doesn't trip or hurt himself!"
"Got it!" As he spoke, Zuo Shan also quickly