When Lu Yanchu saw him insist on delivering the medicine over and over, he knew the man must have grown suspicious.
He knew that stopping him again would be far too obvious, but he gritted his teeth and caught Peng Zekun's arm anyway. "Wait."
"What are you doing, Mr. Lu?" Peng Zekun glanced coldly at his hand, then looked up. "If you don't trust me, why don't we go upstairs together?"
"You're joking, Peng. Why wouldn't I trust you?" Lu Yanchu gave a laugh and slowly released him. "Xiao Ting needs water to take the medicine. I'll pour him a glass. Thanks for taking it up with you."
Peng Zekun opened his mouth to say something, but Lu Yanchu turned straight toward the kitchen.
As he passed the dining table, he picked up the phone sitting at its edge. The moment he entered the kitchen, he sent Ji Ting a message.
Lu Yanchu stalled as long as he could, first looking for a glass, then mixing warm water. Pouring a single glass took him almost three minutes.
But when he returned with it, Peng Zekun was already gone from the dining room.
Lu Yanchu's heart clenched. "Where is he?"
The two people still seated froze for a moment. Miao Wei asked in confusion, "You mean Vice President Peng? He went upstairs as soon as you left. He said there was water up there."
Lu Yanchu headed for the stairs without a second thought, but President Zeng rose and caught him. "Oh, he's just taking up some medicine. Look how nervous you are. Are you afraid Little Ji will run off with Old Peng?"
Seeing Lu Yanchu's expression shift, Miao Wei thought President Zeng's words had upset him and hurried to smooth things over. "Enough of that. We still have plenty