"Qiaoqiao?" Lu Wanwan sensed something unusual and furrowed her brows tightly.
She was holding Wen Qiao’s hand, feeling the iciness of her fingertips.
The stranger’s gaze moved from Wen Qiao to her, and then back to Wen Qiao.
Standing next to him was a black-haired middle-aged man of Asian descent, "Miss Qiao, it’s time to go back."
When Lu Wanwan heard the words "Miss Qiao," she was a bit puzzled and turned to ask her, "Do you know him?"
"Wanwan, I need to go first," Wen Qiao forced a smile, "This is my brother; he’s come to take me back."
"Is that so?" Lu Wanwan looked forward apprehensively, her clear and composed voice asking, "Sir, do you know what her name is?"
Wen Qiao’s nervousness and fear were clearly visible to her, uncertain who this man really was and what his intentions were.
She wasn’t without fear herself, but this was a public place, and all she needed to do was shout for security to appear.
At a nearby banquet, many of Manchester’s celebrities and dignitaries were present, and they certainly wouldn’t allow any security issues here.
The man with blue eyes merely lifted his gaze, his face expressionless like an ice sculpture, but the middle-aged man beside him panicked for a moment, looking at Lu Wanwan in surprise.
He dared to speak to the gentleman like that.
Clearly the most panicked, Wen Qiao pulled on Lu Wanwan, her voice somewhat pleading, "He really is my brother, I ran out on my own, and my brother is angry. Wanwan, can I explain it to you another time?"
"Don’t be afraid, no one would dare to openly take someone away in such a place contrary to the hospital. If anyone is threatening you, they’ve come to the wrong place."
After hearing this, the man with blue eyes curled his lips into a peculiar smile.
"It really isn’t like that, no one is threatening me," Wen Qiao insisted firmly.
"You’re leaving just like that, without even saying a word to Brother Shaoyang?"
"No," Wen Qiao shook her head, "My brother wouldn’t want to stay here longer, I must go now. Thank you for just now, goodbye."
After she finished, she let go of Lu Wanwan’s hand and walked towards the man.
Lu Wanwan didn’t say anything more; she and Wen Qiao weren’t close, and today was only their first meeting, so many things about her were unclear.
She just felt that this man inexplicably gave off a dangerous vibe, which is why she became vigilant.
Perhaps she was being overly cautious.
It wasn’t surprising that a girl associated with Ji Shaoyang would come from a distinguished family, but Wen Qiao’s naïve appearance made her seem unlike the usual daughters of wealthy families who often attend such events.
Watching Wen Qiao leave with the two men through the back door, she returned to the main hall.
"Wanwan." Just as she reached the entrance of the main hall, she suddenly heard a weathered voice.
Lu Jingtian was standing not far away, with no intention of going in but looking at her pleadingly.
"Dad." She called out, but her voice was very cold.
During the days she was framed by Lin Yu, he hadn’t made a single call to her, and he had even tacitly agreed with the media that it was her fault.
She had seen clearly that he had never intended to give her the shares.
Probably, Lin Yu’s previous actions were exactly to his liking.
If harming someone deliberately for shares ended up causing a bad social influence, it might be minor talk over tea like it’s no big deal; even the hottest news today cools down after three days and is quickly forgotten. The real detriment was that, being someone tarnished, she would have difficulty representing Jin’an.
And the people on Jin’an’s board might also view her negatively, which was a barrier to her reclaiming the Ye Family’s assets.
"Is there something?" Her response was emotionless, at this moment him coming to her could only be because Lin Yu had lost her gambles and failed.