Chapter 60: Has Gong Lu Lost Control?

Gong Lu instinctively bent down to pick it up. The statement lay face-up, and with just one glance at the writing, he froze completely. This handwriting... It was exactly the same as the person he liked...

In the next instant, Gong Lu seemed to go mad. Gripping the statement, he rushed outside, dashed down the stairs, and out of the bar. Without sparing a look at Song Linfeng, who was leaning against the car smoking outside, he pulled open the car door and slid into the driver’s seat. The car shot off like a bolt of lightning.

If Song Linfeng hadn’t moved quickly enough, he would have been left without support as Gong Lu drove off, and would have fallen to the ground. “Boss…” Song Linfeng bit his cigarette, staring blankly at the car that disappeared in a flash. He quickly stubbed out his cigarette, dashed into the bar, and hurried upstairs to the third floor to find Ye Wuqi.

He wanted to see what had happened during the brief time he’d been away, to make their president lose control like a madman. But inside the private room, Ye Wuqi was dead drunk and unresponsive no matter how many questions Song Linfeng asked.

With no other choice, Song Linfeng pulled out his phone to call Gong Lu, but the call went unanswered every time. “Damn it!” Song Linfeng, desperate and with nowhere to vent, hurled his phone to the ground without a second thought.

With a loud crack, the force of the throw shattered the phone into pieces.

Staring at the remains of his phone on the floor, Song Linfeng finally realized what he’d done in his panic and instantly regretted it. Another curse slipped from his lips.

On the road to the western outskirts of S City, only one car was speeding through the night.

Gong Lu sat in the driver’s seat, his phoenix eyes fixed unwaveringly on the road ahead, his expression blank. He was oblivious to his surroundings; he saw nothing, heard nothing, felt nothing. He didn’t even notice his phone vibrating incessantly in his pocket.

His mind was filled with one thought: to return to the villa, to find the person whose handwriting was identical to the one he loved.

And to press harder on the accelerator.

Faster.

Faster.

Even faster.

As if, if he was a second late, he would miss something irreplaceable.

With a screech, the car finally braked outside the villa. The halt was so abrupt, and the speed had been so great, that the tires screeched sharply against the pavement.

But Gong Lu was unfazed.

He pushed open the car door and stepped out.

“Sir, you—” Uncle Wang hurried over, bewildered by Gong Lu’s sudden, urgent return. He had never seen Gong Lu like this before.

But Gong Lu brushed past him without even a glance and sprinted into the villa. By the time Uncle Wang turned his head, Gong Lu’s figure was already vanishing at the staircase to the first floor.

Gong Lu ran all the way to Ye Luo’s room, raised his hand to knock, but hesitated when his knuckles were inches from the door. Slowly, his hand fell back to his side, and he simply stood there, staring at the door.

Uncle Wang, worried, came upstairs to check. At the top of the stairs, he saw Gong Lu standing expressionlessly at Ye Luo’s door, lost in thought.

Something was wrong.

He thought about going over to ask, but decided against it and went back downstairs. After a moment’s thought, he instructed the servants not to go upstairs.

Gong Lu was completely unaware of Uncle Wang’s actions. He just stood at Ye Luo’s door, staring at it, lost in thought, unsure of what to do next.