"Lu Yang is gone."
Xiu Yi's tone carried a trace of melancholy.
Mo Shangjun paused, recalling the last time they met—Lu Yang lying bedridden, barely able to move.
Over the past month and more, they hadn't kept in touch. She didn't know how his recovery was going.
"Where did he go?" Mo Shangjun asked.
"I don't know. I wanted to visit him yesterday, but by the time I got to the hospital, I found out he had already left," Xiu Yi replied. "I asked An Yi, but even he doesn't know where Lu Yang went."
Doesn't know?
Mo Shangjun narrowed her eyes and then asked, "What about his younger brother?"
"You mean Lu Di?"
"Mhm."
"Lu Di has been entrusted to An Yi."
"Oh."
Mo Shangjun responded lightly.
She remembered that Lu Di really liked Lu Yang—a lively, rambunctious kid, but obedient to an unbelievable degree in front of Lu Yang. This time, with his brother disappearing without a word, who knew how the little one would act out?
