This was the first time Meng Yu had been called good-looking by a boy, and he instantly blushed. He nodded at Li Zhe with an unnatural expression and then left in a hurry.
Li Zhe reached out and wanted to stop Meng Yu, but his phone suddenly rang.
Li Zhe picked up the phone, but he couldn't help but follow Meng Yu. "Dad, what's wrong?"
"Young Master Miao is being followed in Hai City. Quickly arrange for someone to pick him up." The urgent and anxious voice on the other end of the phone made Li Zhe stop in his tracks.
It was this pause that made Li Zhe feel remorseful and blamed himself for ten years.
The sound of knocking on the door interrupted Li Zhe's thoughts.
"Who is it?" Li Zhe put the photo back into his inner pocket.
"It's me!"
Hearing Meng Yu's voice, Li Zhe immediately stood up and let him in.
