Gu Annan nodded, "If she’s not in Manchester, let it be, let her fend for herself. But I don’t want to see any trace of this woman in this city."
After giving the orders, Zhao Chen left the office.
He restarted the video call; Arthur’s tired face appeared on the screen.
"Help me check something," Gu Annan got straight to the point, "what past grievances exist between Bai Youchen and Cesar, and the situation after Bai Youchen disappeared."
Arthur rubbed his temples, confused, "Who?"
"I’ll send the information over quickly, let me know once you find out."
"Let me think about the charge," Arthur said, tapping his forehead with his fingers.
"Wait a minute." Seeing that Gu Annan did not pay attention to his joke and was about to turn off the video, he hurriedly shouted, "That person has already arrived in Manchester, what are you planning to do?"
"..." Arthur didn’t speak, his expression deadpan, as if to say, Are you crazy?
"His man almost captured my wife, I was saving his life," Gu Annan said coldly, his eyes dark as ink.
"He wouldn’t be that bold," Arthur wondered.
"His men didn’t recognize her, by the time he finds out, it will be too late."
Arthur then said, "After capturing her, he will definitely check her identity, they can find it quickly, they dare not kill randomly in Manchester."
Gu Annan glanced at the puzzled face on the screen, emphasizing each word, "But I don’t want my wife in his men’s hands for even a minute, nobody touches her!"
"Understood," Arthur sighed lightly, those guys with too much testosterone, not knowing how many women they had messed with, "I’ll inform you if there’s news."
The call was cut off before he could finish.
Gu Annan came out of the inner room, tidied up the unfinished work, and left directly.
When he returned to the apartment, Lu Wanwan was in the kitchen making food, and she had deliberately placed that scarf in a very conspicuous place.
He walked straight into the kitchen and glanced at the time, "Three in the afternoon, are you making lunch or dinner?"
"You scared me!" Lu Wanwan took a step back upon hearing his voice.
She was focused on the noodles in the pot and hadn’t heard him enter.
"I ate too little at noon, a bit hungry," she mumbled.
"What did you eat for lunch?"
"Just something outside." She served the noodles, her stomach almost caving in with hunger.
The bowl was hot to hold; she was about to put it down to find something to insulate her hand when his large hand reached over and took it away.
"Are you hungry? I only made this... but it’s a bit much since I ate at noon," she said, then hesitated, hoping he wasn’t hungry.
Gu Annan deliberately sat beside her, "Okay, then I don’t mind."
"..." What’s there for you to mind or not mind.
"You ate at noon, don’t eat too much this afternoon, or you won’t have room for dinner," he said slowly, then took the first bite himself.
Lu Wanwan was in tears, her stomach almost growling.
She pursed her lips, watching him, "It tastes bad, right?"
"Not bad, quite delicious."
She was going crazy, can’t you follow the script, aren’t you incredibly picky?
Seeing her impatient look, Gu Annan finally passed the bowl back to her.
Lu Wanwan struggled and said, "If you’re hungry, I can leave some for you."
"I’m not hungry," he said nonchalantly.
"..." If you’re not hungry, then why eat!
Gu Annan watched her eat the noodles beside him gloomily, eventually he stood up.
"Oh, by the way, I’ve brought back the scarf," Lu Wanwan reminded him in case he hadn’t noticed.