A young servant stood in the hallway, her arms laden with neatly folded items. She bowed quickly, her eyes darting nervously between Lu Yuze and the room behind him.
"I brought necessities, sir," she said, her voice respectful but rushed, as if she'd been ordered to deliver these and leave quickly. "Toiletries, towels, indoor sandals. Chen Madam thought you might need them."
"Thank you," Lu Yuze said, taking the items from her arms. His tone was polite but dismissive.
The servant bowed again and hurried back down the hallway.
Lu Yuze closed the door and locked it with a decisive click.
He set the items on the dresser and pulled out his phone, the one that had been tucked in his pajama pocket all evening, forgotten in the chaos. The screen was cracked, spiderwebbed from corner to corner from when he'd crashed through the window carrying Shuyin during the Leviathan Spawn attack.
But it still functioned.
He dialed Ting Fei's number.
