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"Li Lei?" Xia Ling was startled. "I haven't seen him after the concert ended." He said that he would look for her backstage and send her home. This time, he would not go back on his word. However, Old Master approached her first and the concert had been over a long time, but Li Lei was nowhere to be seen. "Really?" Old Master did not continue to speak, and Su Tang expressed doubt. Tonight, Su Tang was dressed in a white cheongsam with a red plum branch design. With delicate makeup, she looked elegant and noble. In contrast, Xia Ling was exhausted after singing for two hours during her concert. She spoke very elegantly but sounded aggressive. "Young Master's car is still in the parking lot. After the concert, I called him and he said he was going to look for you, so how could you not know? Miss Ye, just tell Old Master the truth. What's the point of hiding?" Before Xia Ling could say anything, Xia Moyan had already stepped in front to protect her. "What right do you have to speak to Xiao Ling like that?" His voice was cold as he looked at Su Tang like he was looking at a pathetic ant. Su Tang met his gaze, but there was a sudden trepidation in her heart. It was so strange. This man looked calm, but why was his gaze so overbearing?