"Are you alright, sir? Would you like us to call the ambulance?" The hotel staff members were rushing toward him.
Lu Yuzhen shook his head and said, "There is no need for that." Upon saying that, he turned and walked away.
Again, Lu Yuzhen returned to the hotel's presidential suite. He stood by the sink and patted his face with cold water, which dripped along the lines of his scarily pale face.
At this moment, his cell phone rang with a melodious ringtone. It was a call from Yan Yi.
Lu Yuzhen pressed the button to answer it and there swiftly came Yan Yi's respectful voice from the other end. "Hi, Chairman, your wife has just finished packing and is on her way to the airport. She is about to fly to Beijing." After Lu Yuzhen heard that, he hung up the phone without saying anything.