Lu Zhi raised his elbow slightly, and his jade-white fingers curled up lazily, tapping lightly on the agarwood table, like the sound of a wooden fish.
Chu Feng's waist lowered even further.
Lu Zhi asked instead, "Are they two back?"
Chu Feng was slightly startled, and then quickly replied: "Feifei came back more than a month ago, and is now tracking down news in neighboring countries. Ye Luo is still on a mission in country M. Do you need me to call him back to the country?"
Lu Zhi: "Let Ye Feifei come back."
Chu Feng was not sure what his boss was going to do, so he could only nod his head obediently and said, "I'll contact him right away."
After Chu Feng handed over the news and received the mission, he opened the door and retreated.
Not long after Chu Feng left, Lu Zhi slowly closed his eyes and sunk into the sofa like a boneless mollusk.
The pale sunlight fell on his handsome white face through the transparent glass, as if it were covered with a dreamlike veil.
It adds an almost morbidly fragile beauty.
Thick eyelashes drooped slightly, and Lu Zhi's cell phone placed on the table rang violently.
I picked it up and saw that it was Xu Xiaoyong.
A sarcastic sneer appeared on Lu Zhi's lips, and a hint of cold cruelty appeared on his deceptively beautiful face.
"Second Young Master——"
Xu Xiaoyong's old voice came through the receiver clearly, with the same hypocritical gentleman tone as always.
Lu Zhi sneered and continued lukewarmly, "What do you want, Mr. Xu?"
Xu Xiaoyong ignored Gu Luzhi's sarcastic words and discussed in an almost relaxed tone: "Is the weapon I gave to the Second Young Master last time still usable?"
Lu Zhi said with unclear meaning: "So Mr. Xu uses this kind of recycled garbage as a weapon? Mr. Xu likes to do charity, but it doesn't mean that I also like to pick up garbage."
Xu Xiaoyong was speechless for a long time by Lu Zhi's merciless sarcasm, and his expression changed several times.
If it weren't for his good self-cultivation and the restraint he had developed over a long period of time, he would have been furious and scolding him at this moment.
However, the person he faced was not someone he could easily offend after all.
Lu Zhi is just a poisonous snake dormant in the dark night, with his cold eyes flashing and spitting poisonous snake letters, looking calm and gloomy.
Little did you know, at some point he would pounce on you and entangle you until you were suffocated, and then gently bite your neck slowly and elegantly with his venomous fangs.
He just likes to watch the prey struggle helplessly until it gives up in despair, and he likes to watch the light of hope in his eyes extinguished inch by inch.
It can be said to be a bad taste, but it is more of a creepy and morbid thing.
Xu Xiaoyong knew Lu Zhi very well. After working together for several years, no one knew Lu Zhi's behavior better than him.
Therefore, Xu Xiaoyong deeply remembered that no matter who he offended, he should not offend Lu Zhi.
Taking a deep breath, Xu Xiaoyong worked hard to adjust himself and returned to his personable and good-natured appearance.
Smiling, he continued: "Young Master, you are joking. Even if he is a waste, as long as he can cause trouble for his opponents, isn't that a good existence?"
"At this stage, we cannot act rashly, so we have no choice but to use these 'wastes' to add obstacles to the other party and at the same time test the other party's bottom line and details."
Lu Zhi curled his lips indifferently, with ridicule and contempt in his words, "Mr. Xu, there is no need to be so pretentious and lengthy, let's just talk about it, who did you stuff me with this time?"
Xu Xiaoyong smiled and said bluntly, "How about Gu Tingyuan's fourth uncle and Gu Changzheng's youngest son?"
Hearing this, Lu Zhi's eyes, which had been lazily half-closed, suddenly opened.
