"Mr. Lu, there's a message here, it seems to be about Miss Lin."
Still having lunch on the flight to the United States, Lu Shouyue took the iPad handed over by his assistant and his breath caught. The girl in pajamas clinging to the outside of the air conditioner was too familiar to him—who else could it be but Lin Wanwan?
Even from a distance, he could recognize her at a glance.
It wasn't until he saw Lin Wanwan agilely jump back onto her balcony that Lu Shouyue finally exhaled.
He immediately wanted to call Lin Wanwan, but at the last second, he canceled the call.
The incident had already happened; there was no benefit in calling Lin Wanwan to lecture her, even if out of concern. Besides, after all this time together, he had long understood what kind of person Lin Wanwan was.
