Chapter 922: Snatched His Phone

His arm didn’t end up letting her hold onto it, but when he carelessly swung his hand, he knocked over an empty tray in a waiter’s hand.

Yet it was precisely because he tried to dodge that his arm crashed straight into a waiter passing by his side.

The waiter was carrying a tray, and with that collision, a glass of red wine on the tray was about to crash to the floor.

Fortunately, the waiter managed to steady the glass, but the red wine inside still sloshed out and spilled right onto Lu Jihan.

Even though he was wearing a dark gray suit, the red liquid on him was still very obvious, and it was wet and sticky, clinging to his body in a very uncomfortable way.

"..." Lu Jihan frowned, his expression quite unpleasant.

The waiter turned deathly pale with fright, his lips trembled, but he couldn’t even get a word out.

Staff from the venue immediately came over and started scolding the waiter, demanding to know what was going on and how he could be so reckless.

Lu Jihan knitted his brows and said, "Forget it, it’s not his fault, I wasn’t being careful myself."

The staffer hurriedly bowed his head over and over, apologizing as he led the waiter away.

Seeing the red wine all over Lu Jihan, the corners of Chi Wen’s mouth faintly curled into a dark, triumphant smile.

But she hid it well, and immediately said, "President Lu, are you okay? You’d better hurry to the restroom and take care of that. Oh, right, I still have a clean set of clothes in my car, I’ll bring them for you so you can change."

More than half of his clothes were soaked, wearing them would definitely feel awful, so he could only make do with changing into a new set.

Lu Jihan nodded slightly, which counted as agreeing.

Chi Wen was secretly delighted, and as she turned away, she clutched something in her hand and slipped it into her handbag.

At the very instant she turned, a sharp, cold glint flashed through her finely made-up eyes.

She stepped on her high heels and ran to the underground parking lot as fast as she could, but the direction she headed in wasn’t toward the car she’d driven here.

The direction she went in was toward a black business car parked in an extremely dark corner on level B3 of the underground lot.

She walked quickly over and lightly knocked on the door.

She couldn’t see the people inside, but the people inside could see her.

With a clatter, the car door opened automatically.

Inside was pitch black. A middle-aged man sat upright in the first row of luxurious green-leather seats.

Because the light was so dim, it was impossible to make out his features; she could only vaguely see the cold, hawk-like glint of his eyes and his gloomy, austere profile.

The middle-aged man’s voice came, low and mellow like century-old liquor: "Did you bring it?"

"Yes, I brought it!"

Chi Wen nodded.

Right after that, she took something out of her bag, and that something was the phone she had just stealthily taken from Lu Jihan!

A bodyguard inside stretched out his arm, took Lu Jihan’s phone, and said respectfully, "Boss, the item you wanted."

The middle-aged man lowered his head to look, gave a brief grunt, and asked the person beside him, "Well? Can you crack it?"

"No problem."

The middle-aged man waved his hand, and his subordinate took the phone, using some precision tools, beginning to tap and tinker with something.

She could faintly hear a series of beep-beep-beep sounds from inside, like those made by precision instruments.

Chi Wen stood outside, periodically turning her head to scan the surroundings, her hands twisting together nervously, as if terrified of being discovered.