What a waste!
As the Rolls-Royce Wraith drove away, a hint of coldness flickered in Wen Yiqing's eyes. Lu Jingchuan, such an outstanding man, had been cheapened by that wretched woman.
But for the sake of the second young master, she couldn't care less now.
On the luxurious yet understated Rolls-Royce Phantom, the man sitting in the back seat with his legs crossed, looked at the bustling night scene outside the window, lost in thought.
The assistant driving in front kept glancing back several times, and finally couldn't help but speak, "Mr. Lu, are you troubled?"
"Lin Yue, do you think the dead can be resurrected?" Lu Jingchuan came out of his reverie and asked, seemingly out of the blue.
Lin Yue was a bit baffled, but then laughed, "Mr. Lu, you are the most outstanding doctor in Yangcheng, representing the pinnacle of modern medicine. Why would you suddenly ask such an unscientific question?"