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Lu Zhen only glanced at him briefly before looking away. Her vigilance made her feel that this man was not someone ordinary people could provoke. The man quickly disappeared from Lu Zhen's sight.

A few minutes later, outside the private suite on the west side of the third floor.

Song Jia pushed open the door of the room and walked to the window. He looked at the man in the wheelchair and frowned. "Why did he suddenly come back?"

Lin Feng turned to look at Song Jia and smiled helplessly. "You also know that your Uncle Jiang came to the capital last month."