Lu Qichuan looked at her pleading eyes and his hands moved subconsciously.
'Army Uncle! Army Uncle, please don't die…'
'In the middle of a huge fire, a little girl knelt on the ground, pushing a pillar with all her might. It was because she was trying to save a soldier of the People's Liberation Army trapped beneath the pillar.'
Lu Qichuan's body trembled, but no one saw it. He raised his hand slightly, wanting to cover her face and to gaze only at her pair of eyes.
"Mr. Lu, please." The desperation in Ye Yuwei's eyes became more intense.
Lu Qichuan suddenly retracted the hand that only lifted less than one centimeter and smilingly said, "Saving someone is a more meritorious act than building any temples. Come inside with me."
"Thank you, thank you!" Ye Yuwei hastily thanked him.
"But, Mr. Lu…" the hotel staff hurriedly spoke up.
"What? Do you mean that I, Mr. Lu, cannot bring in a female companion?" Lu Qichuan spoke softly.
