Chapter 63: Is It Still Possible for Him to Kneel Before Him Right Now?

Immediately, Mr. Wang hurriedly said, "Miss Luo Luo has already had breakfast and gone to school, sir. You were right—Miss Luo Luo really does have a sweet tooth. She ate even more than usual this morning."

“Alright, I understand.”

As soon as he hung up the phone with Mr. Wang, Gong Lü took the statement out of his drawer. The handwriting on the document made his pupils contract slightly.

So many similarities...

Now she even likes sweets...

And for no apparent reason, she’s so kind to that fool...

If she hadn’t appeared, none of this would make any sense...

But is it really her?

At this thought, Gong Lü let out a bitter laugh. Everything pointed to it, yet he still couldn’t be sure.

Because with this matter, he couldn’t afford to gamble.

Nor could he afford to lose.

He was terrified—what if it wasn’t her after all...?

“What on earth happened to you last night? You were acting like a madman! You nearly scared me to death—I thought you had another attack!” Suddenly, Song Linfeng pushed open the door to his office and strode in, his voice full of anxiety.

Gong Lü didn’t even look up at him. “It’s nothing.”

“You say it’s nothing, yet you drove like a maniac... Hey, isn’t that Wuqi’s statement?” At last, Song Linfeng noticed what was on his desk, his face full of surprise. “What’s it doing here? I’ve been searching for it all morning—I thought I lost it last night and was dreading having to explain myself to Wuqi. Turns out you had it all along. Good, give it to me so I can hand it back to him and avoid any trouble.”

As he spoke, Song Linfeng reached out to take the statement.

But before his hand could touch it, Gong Lü slipped the document back into his drawer.

“What’s this about?” Song Linfeng asked, thoroughly perplexed.

“I’ll keep it for him,” Gong Lü replied coolly, picking up his pen to continue working through the files that required his personal attention.

“Why are you holding on to this for him? You never do that for Wuqi.” Song Linfeng was even more bewildered.

Gong Lü ignored the question and instead asked, “Where’s that fool?”

“He’s back at school. He was drunk as a pig last night, but woke up early this morning.” After a pause, Song Linfeng added, “So he wouldn’t worry, I didn’t tell him about your episode last night.”

Gong Lü responded with a barely audible “Mm.”

Knowing Gong Lü had no intention of explaining why he was keeping Wuqi’s statement, Song Linfeng wisely dropped the subject and turned his curiosity elsewhere. “Why did you show up at work so early today? The security guards said you arrived at six this morning.”

For the first time, Gong Lü looked at him—and even smiled.

A chill ran down Song Linfeng’s spine; he wanted nothing more than to bolt.

But Gong Lü wasn’t about to let him off so easily. With a look of feigned innocence, he asked, “How is it that whenever something happens to me, that fool always finds out? Hmm?”

Song Linfeng felt like dropping to his knees.

“Go get to work. I’ll be leaving early today.” With that, Gong Lü buried himself in the documents he’d just opened.

Song Linfeng felt as if he’d received a royal pardon and scurried out, overwhelmed with gratitude.

But when he entered his own assistant’s office and saw the mountain of paperwork that had piled up on his desk—so much that he couldn’t possibly finish it even with a month of overtime—he was at his wits’ end...

He just knew this would be the death of him!

Death by paperwork!

Oh, if he knelt before the president now, would there still be time for mercy...?

...

Meanwhile—

On the other side of the city, Ye Luo was sitting in the back seat of the car, her head tilted, gazing out the open window at the receding scenery.

“Miss Luo Luo, we’ve arrived.”

Only when the car came to a halt in front of No. 7 High School did Uncle Tan, who was driving, turn around and inform Ye Luo respectfully.