Xu Zhuo shrugged to make room for Du Ziyu to get out.
"What's wrong with Mr. Du?" the woman asked anxiously, noticing the blood seeping through the white handkerchief in Du Ziyu's hand.
"Just a minor injury," Du Ziyu finally got out of the car, trying to maintain an elegant posture as much as possible in the circumstances, "Dr. Cheng will be here later."
After saying that, he entered the house, ignoring the person standing next to the car. Xu Zhuo had long been used to his capriciousness and his expression didn't change, but the woman next to him apologized for him, "I'm sorry, Mr. Du has a bad temper."
This statement was a bit strange. Xu Zhuo was particularly sensitive to the intricacies of interpersonal relationships, and her words were like a mother apologizing for her child, indicating that she had been working at Du's house for a long time and had a good relationship with Du Ziyu. But at the same time, she addressed the person she had looked after since childhood as "Mr. Du," which seemed too distant.
He only dared to think about it in his heart, and put on a bright smile, saying, "No, no, Mr. Du is my idol," although it was an exaggeration, it wasn't entirely false, "Well...if there's nothing else, I'll be on my way."
However, the woman looked past him to the gate of the yard, where a white car quietly pulled in and parked outside. A man in his thirties with neatly combed black hair, a falsely friendly face but still unable to disguise his haughtiness, and a well-fitting suit and refined movements, immediately made Xu Zhuo give him a definition: someone in Du Ziyu's circle.
"Here, this is it," William pushed open the door to the luxury box, with Xu Zhuo following behind him, curling his lips and then freezing his smile.
"Damn it, William, how the hell did you not mention that Du Ziyu is also here!?"