Ah Ling stepped inside, carrying a tablet and a slim folder of documents. His expression was carefully neutral, but Lu Yuze had worked with his bodyguard and secretary long enough to read the subtle tension in his shoulders.
"The quarterly reports you requested, sir," Ah Ling said, setting the folder on the desk. Then, more carefully: "And some information that's come through channels. Not urgent, but you should be aware."
Lu Yuze looked up, his attention sharpening slightly. "What information?"
Ah Ling set the tablet on the desk, the screen already displaying a news alert. "Your nephew, Lu Zeyan, was involved in a car accident approximately a few minutes ago. He's currently in the emergency department at City General Hospital."
