"We’ve been tricked," Bai Lingyun said in a flat voice, his brow furrowed tightly. "It’s not that you made a mistake, it’s that we’ve been tricked. Otherwise, the reporters wouldn’t have arrived so promptly."
Lu Wanwan felt a chill in her heart, "They deliberately made me think Bai Youchen was here."
"Gu Annan is here," her face was devoid of color as she spoke each word with difficulty. "I have no way to explain unless... do they want to use this to force Bai Youchen out?"
Bai Lingyun looked at her, "What about you? Would you?"
"I won’t force you to keep hiding it; it’s your choice. Youchen would also respect your decision if he knew," Bai Lingyun said calmly. "Among the reporters who just arrived, some were live streaming. This means that the matter can’t be settled privately and the related videos and photos have likely started to spread already."
The calmness in his eyes instead made her struggle internally.
"Perhaps, the public will need an explanation too."
Lu Wanwan bit her lip; she didn’t dare imagine Gu Annan’s expression.
Before she could speak, the door was abruptly opened.
There was no sound of a card swipe; it seemed some other method was used.
As soon as the door opened, a tall figure rapidly entered.
The room seemed to have an extremely low pressure; the coldness lowered the temperature by several degrees.
Bai Lingyun raised his eyes, looking at the man radiating cold fury, his sharp gaze as if frosted with ice, brewing a storm.
He spoke calmly, "Nothing happened here."
Gu Annan’s gaze was freezing, his lips pressed into a harsh line.
After glancing at Lu Wanwan, who was wearing the hotel’s bathrobe with her hair still slightly damp, his gaze shifted and then finally he squeezed out the words, "Not leaving yet?"
Lu Wanwan kept silent and followed Gu Annan out of the room.
At the door, she saw a short-haired girl standing there.
It was the girl from the school cafeteria, definitely the one Gu Annan had asked for directions that day.
Mu Xing, seeing her notice but not speak, understood that whether or not Lu Wanwan recognized her wasn’t important anymore.
From the moment he had her unlock the door directly, she knew how angry Young Master Gu was.
The whereabouts of Young Madam were determined from the media exposure that had already occurred.
He didn’t even have the patience to knock.
Bai Lingyun stepped to the door, and Mu Xing took a careful look at him and scoffed, "I didn’t expect you to be such a person."
"Miss, we don’t know each other, do we?" Bai Lingyun glanced at her.
Was this the woman who had met with Gu Annan at the restaurant entrance last time?
"It’s you?" Bai Lingyun’s eyes narrowed. "How long have you been following me?"
The time he and Lu Wan had been followed, forced into a car chase, upon later investigation, he found they were photographed.
In the surveillance footage he saw, the woman taking the pictures seemed to have a similar look.
It wasn’t very clear, but he had a good memory for faces; by the general outline and feeling, he was usually not wrong.
Mu Xing, taken aback, glared at him fiercely, "Psycho!"
Was she really such a failure that he noticed every time but just pretended not to?
Lu Wanwan hurriedly followed Gu Annan to a staircase in a non-public area.
"How many reporters are at the main entrance?" Gu Annan’s steps were resolute, his tone cold and stern as he spoke into the phone, "Drive the car to the exit of the south staircase."
This passageway had no elevator; descending thirty floors meant going down by foot.
Lu Wanwan herself had not recovered much strength. A few steps down the staircase, she staggered and suddenly fell down.