The hand on the waist suddenly tightened: "Do you think I'm old?"
Wen Qiao raised his hands in surrender: "How could it be?"
Her phone vibrated. A message came from an unfamiliar number. She swiped it open and saw—
[Ms. Wen, it seems we need to meet again. See you at Xiao Huaishan Club tomorrow, Lu Wenzhou.]
Well, Young Master Fu has Xiaotangshan and Xiaosushan, and Young Master Lu is not much behind, with Xiaohuaishan and Xiaosheshan in Haicheng, a total of four small mountains, which are divided up by these two.
Fu Nanli naturally also saw the text message, "Lu Wenzhou? Why did he ask you to meet?"
Wen Qiao coughed lightly, and hesitated to speak: "Second Young Master Lu and I have had a little friction again."
"A small friction?" Young Master Fu squinted at her.
Wen Qiao felt guilty: "Did you know that Second Young Master Lu is married?"
"How would I know? I'm not always keeping an eye on him."
Wen Qiao sighed: "My company has signed a new artist named Zhou Tao. She is very beautiful and has good acting skills. She is excellent in all aspects. I think she will definitely have a bright future."
"Get to the point."
Wen Qiao pursed her lips: "She is the wife of Mr. Lu."
Fu Nanli paused, "Are you in conflict with him?"
Wen Qiao wanted to cry but had no tears: "Do you think so?"
Fu Nanli thinks so, and Young Master Lu would probably think so too.
"At least that's what it looks like on the surface."
Wen Qiao was helpless: "I didn't even know Lu Wenzhou was married. I was wronged."
Fu Nanli rubbed her head and said, "Okay, don't be afraid of him. Did his wife come to you herself?"
"Well, Zhou Tao came to apply for the job herself. I had no idea that she was Lu Wenzhou's wife."
"You don't have to show up tomorrow. Let him come to you on his own. Do you really think you can be summoned and dismissed at will?"
Wen Qiao: “Yeah.”
The next day, Wen Qiao finished his schoolwork and went to the Old Folk Music Building. Lin Xiang acted as the conductor, and the group was rehearsing in preparation for the upcoming Thanksgiving performance.
Still in Turandot Hall.
Yu Shu rushed in and said to Wen Qiao, "I have something to tell you. Come down with me."
Wen Qiao went downstairs with Yu Shu. In the small courtyard, Yu Shu's eyes lit up as he said, "The staff of my fleet saw your uncle yesterday."
Wen Qiao's heart was choked by the cold wind and he couldn't breathe for a while.
"Really?"
"Um."
"Where?"
"He got off a cruise ship in Zhoucheng, a coastal city south of Haicheng. He disappeared in a blink of an eye, but my crew said he looked very similar to the photo he got. They said the man had an eye-catching appearance."
Wen Qiao exhaled: "Zhoucheng, right? Which port in Zhoucheng?"
"Nangang Port."
Wen Qiao nodded: "Thank you, thank you."
"Why are you being so polite to me?"
"Does he look all right?"
"My crew members said he was very handsome, the kind that stood out from the crowd. There were so many people in the crowd, but they spotted him right away. They also said he looked young, and didn't look like he was 29 years old, but more like a college student."
Wen Qiao felt emotional. He looked young and still had a boyish feel, which at least meant that he had not had a hard time these years.
After saying goodbye to Yu Shu, Wen Qiao hurried back to the dormitory and hacked into the surveillance system near Zhoucheng Nangang Port.
She then posted the photo of her uncle, and within about three minutes, she saw her uncle at a small intersection near the cruise port.
(End of this chapter)