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Butler Fang returned to the villa, tiptoed up to the second floor, and stopped at the door of Wen Qi's bedroom.

It was completely quiet, without the slightest sound.

He raised his hand and hovered it above the door, hesitating for a long time.

The young mistress has always been free-spirited and hates being disturbed while sleeping. If someone were to knock on the door abruptly and upset her, her anger could be quite terrifying.

But the person who came was Gu Ting. The young mistress is involved in the Gu family's case, so there might be something urgent.

After much hesitation, Butler Fang gently raised his hand and knocked on the door.

Inside the bedroom, Wen Qi was fast asleep in bed when she was groggily awakened by a crisp knock on the door. A little annoyed, she asked, "Who is it?"

"Young Madam, Gu Ting from the Gu family has arrived." Butler Fang's tone was exceptionally cautious.

A brief silence.

Butler Fang stood outside the door, his heart pounding and his palms sweating.

A few seconds later.

"Tell him to wait in the living room."

Butler Fang relaxed his tense nerves, his heart finally settling down: "Yes, young mistress."

At the entrance of the Lu family mansion, Gu Ting stood quietly, his gaze sweeping back and forth across the courtyard, finding it increasingly strange.

The heavy door slowly opened.

Butler Fang calmly walked out: "Mr. Gu, please come in."

Gu Ting followed them inside, unable to resist asking, "Is the Lu family planning to renovate the entire house?"

Butler Fang's lips twitched uncontrollably, and he internally cursed, "Repair?"

This is pure punishment.

But she could only maintain a polite facade, nodding dismissively and saying, "I suppose so."

Deep in the courtyard, Old Master Lu was hunched over, gripping a hoe and digging the soil with a heavy sigh.

Sweating profusely and panting heavily, his aged body was so exhausted that it felt like it was about to fall apart.

Exhausted and dizzy, I glanced up and caught sight of two figures entering the room. They were quite far away, and my vision was blurry, so I couldn't make out their faces.

With his upright posture and outstanding temperament, he was no ordinary person. Moreover, with Butler Fang personally leading and accompanying him, his identity must be extraordinary.

Grandpa Lu's heart skipped a beat, filled with worry.

His first thought was about the shares.

The lock-up period for 50 million shares is about to expire in just two days.

A distinguished guest has suddenly arrived. Could it be that they've come to discuss share buybacks or equity transfers with Wen Qi?

Grandpa Lu instantly lost his will to work. He threw down the hoe, patted the mud off his clothes, and strode towards the living room.

Gather information and stabilize the situation.

Gu Ting followed Butler Fang into the villa, and the more he looked, the more he felt that the current state of the Lu family was beyond comprehension.

The huge mansion was deserted and quiet, with not a single servant moving about. It was unusually quiet.

In the living room, Lu Jisheng lay stiffly on a stretcher.

He was surrounded by several young and pretty girls, creating an odd atmosphere.

Gu Ting was surprised when he saw this.

Lu Jisheng is so badly injured, almost half dead, yet he still has so many young girls surrounding and serving him?

It's truly incomprehensible.

Even Wen Qi can tolerate this?

Lu Jisheng, who was on the stretcher, caught a glimpse of Gu Ting entering the room out of the corner of his eye, and his face instantly darkened.

Li Rui, Zhang Qing, and the others who were standing nearby also noticed the newcomer.

They had met Gu Ting at the Gu family home and had even fought alongside him against their enemies. Seeing him arrive, they were both pleasantly surprised and curious.

Butler Fang politely led Gu Ting to the sofa: "Mr. Gu, please have a seat and wait. The young mistress will be here shortly."

"Okay." Gu Ting nodded slightly.

His gaze fell on Lu Jisheng, whose face was deathly pale. Out of politeness, he stepped forward and greeted him, "Mr. Lu, it's been a long time. Your injuries were quite severe. How are you recovering?"

Lu Jisheng's face turned completely black, and he closed his eyes, not wanting to pay any attention to him at all.

He was already miserable enough from being publicly tortured by young girls performing plays every day.

I didn't want to speak up and make an even bigger fool of myself.