When Wu Zonglu heard the news, his eyebrows raised in surprise. "Oh, who is it?" It was indeed quite something.
"It seems to be the daughter of the Minister of Public Security, named Song Qian'ai," Zong Yu said.
Upon hearing this, Wu Zonglu couldn't help but snort with laughter. "Heh, he's really capable, isn't he?" He had already sifted through the network of connections in Beijing at that time.
Especially those wealthy and influential heiresses. After filtering for a long time, he had chosen Huo Weining, thinking she was a smart woman who could barely stand alongside him. But then this situation arose.
It couldn't be more frustrating.
Wu Zonglu thought for a moment. "Get someone to prepare a plane ticket; I'm going to Beijing tomorrow." After all, even if he wasn't here temporarily, it wouldn't matter much. He had to go back to Beijing and take a look. If this was true, he would have to plan anew and create some stories of falling out, which he would also find amusing.
