Monday.
At City First Hospital, inside one of the VIP wards.
A booming voice emerged from the ward: "Where is your second brother?"
Since Lu Zhiyang left the hospital last Saturday, he has not shown up until this morning, and he isn't answering his phone calls either.
Ms. Zhang was furious to the point of losing her temper.
Lu Zhenyu stood aside, hands behind his back, his eyelashes slightly drooping, sighed: "Ms. Zhang, I am not my brother's personal accessory, how would I know where he went? Asking me is pointless."
Ms. Zhang, infuriated, her chest heaving up and down, gritted her teeth and said: "Call him, tell him to come to the hospital, just say I'm about to die."
"I don't believe he won't come."
"…" Lu Zhenyu twitched the corners of his mouth.
"Mom, such an excuse, you should only use it once. If you use it too much, do you think my brother will still believe it?"
Ms. Zhang didn't care if it worked or not: "Just call if I told you to, stop arguing with me!"