The night was silent.
A soft wind brushed against the tall glass window, but inside the study, everything remained still. Lu Jinchen stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling glass, hands buried in his pockets, his sharp eyes fixed on the moonlight outside. The moon hung high in the sky, clear and cold, casting its glow over the city like an indifferent witness.
His expression was calm, but his mind wasn't. Everything that happened tonight kept flashing through his mind. Si Han's arrogant words kept replaying in his head—how he openly said he would steal Xia Yuqing away. Lu Jinchen's eyes darkened at the memory. His jaw clenched slightly.
Without shifting his gaze from the moon, Lu Jinchen pulled out his phone and dialed a number. It rang twice before Gao Yiming's groggy voice filtered through, half-asleep and clearly annoyed. "This better be important. I was dreaming of a vacation."
