"How is that possible? I didn't!"
Wei Jun immediately denied.
Lu Jiu couldn't help but smile, his gaze shifting, "Director Mao, sorry, my abilities are limited, I can't treat this illness."
Mao Dawei hurriedly said, "How can that be... wait, Dr. Lu, let me make a call first."
As he spoke, Mao Dawei had already taken out his phone.
The next second, he directly dialed Wei Jun's wife's number.
"Xiaoxia, what was Wei Jun doing last night? What time did he come back?"
Upon hearing this, Wei Jun's pupils contracted.
"Him? He was working overtime last night, came back around 1 o'clock, I think."
"Did he have a late-night snack outside?"
