Lu Yanchu froze for two seconds, then a bitter smile touched his lips.
He really had guessed right. Ji Ting saw him purely as a tool, with no more emotional attachment to him than to an ant by the roadside.
Lu Yanchu stayed upstairs for a few minutes, murmured a warning to be careful, then went downstairs alone.
"How is Little Ji? Is it serious?" Miao Wei asked with concern.
Lu Yanchu shook his head. "Not serious, but he might need to stay in the bathroom for a while."
As soon as he finished, Peng Zekun frowned. "I really think you should take him to the hospital. Allergic reactions are no small matter."
Miao Wei said nothing, but President Zeng nodded. "Exactly. We'll have plenty of time later. Besides, with Little Ji feeling unwell today, it's hardly the time to discuss contract terms."
Lu Yanchu hadn't expected Peng Zekun to be this vigilant. He had probably been waiting for this opportunity ever since they walked through the door.
He lowered his eyes, darkness gathering in their depths. He absolutely could not let Peng Zekun have his way. He had to find a way to buy Ji Ting time.
Peng Zekun had already stood up. "I'll clear all this away. Mr. Lu, put your coat on first. I'll go upstairs and call-"
"Actually, I didn't invite President Zeng here today to discuss Xiao Ting." The moment Lu Yanchu spoke, everyone's attention returned to the table.
Miao Wei shot President Zeng a quick glance, then asked in confusion, "Then why did you ask me to invite him?"
"I do want to discuss a management contract with Shangya." Lu Yanchu lowered his arms from the table, his demeanor turning more serious. "But it's for me."
"What-?!" Miao Wei's eyes widened, as though she