Lu Wanwan noticed his complexion wasn’t great, so she simply kept quiet and quietly put her cellphone away.
She glanced at it; her phone was the same model as Gu Annan’s.
"What were you working on just now?" Gu Annan saw her actions. His expression was still unrelieved, his gaze somewhat icy.
He had heard about what kind of person Xiao Lang was a long time ago.
If Lu Wanwan were interviewing Xiao Ye, it wouldn’t have mattered, but what he found out was that Xiao Ye hadn’t gone to work at the studio today at all. Only Xiao Lang had gone.
That meant her effort was literally a fruitless venture.
Since she hadn’t met anyone, why was her phone off? Why did her colleague who left early say she had been upstairs for a long time without coming down?
Gu Annan had thought coming in person would get him the answers quickly, but it turned out differently from what he had expected.
"Interview, nothing too important," Lu Wanwan casually replied.
The atmosphere in the car felt somewhat oppressive at that moment.
When she turned her head again, she noticed Gu Annan still didn’t seem to want to drop the matter.
It was like he needed to clarify everything thoroughly.
"Is there a problem, or do you want me to spell out the details of how I conducted the interview?" she finished and quietly awaited his reaction.
She had only turned off her phone for a while and had said it was for work. She couldn’t see what there was for him to be so fussy about.
Most importantly, she didn’t want to bring up her recent visit to the psychologist.
That sort of thing was somewhat hard to talk about.
"What if I do want you to explain? Who were you interviewing, how did you conduct it, and did everything go smoothly?" Gu Annan’s tone seemed calm but clearly carried a suppressed anger.
"Xiao Ye wasn’t there, so it was changed to someone called Xiao Lang," Lu Wanwan said lightly, "A simple face-to-face interview. Turning off the phone was his request."
In this aspect, she wasn’t lying.
The incident that Shuman had stumbled upon was too easy to expose.
Even though Shuman said she would leave Manchester today, implying Lu Wanwan no longer needed to worry about her.
"He asked you to turn off your phone, and you just did it? You listen to others like that?"
"Gu Annan!" Lu Wanwan, provoked by his incessant questioning, started to get annoyed, "That was my job. What’s the matter with you?"
"Being a junior reporter for MG isn’t really notable," Gu Annan stared at her with a seemingly casual tone, "You came back for Jin’an’s sake, didn’t you?"
Her heart skipped a beat when she heard the name Jin’an.
Indeed, she had returned to the country for Jin’an.
But ever since she learned that Jin’an’s fate was in Gu Annan’s hands, she hadn’t done anything.
She had made a mistake last time, she shouldn’t have abruptly brought up marriage because of Jin’an.
So this time, she definitely wouldn’t say anything to him because of Jin’an; she resolved to not mention it at all.
After returning to the country, she hadn’t visited her father, feeling it unnecessary.
The bond between father and daughter was already non-existent, and Lu Jingtian obviously knew she was back in the country but hadn’t come to see her either.
Lu Wanwan felt it was quite ironic, probably thinking she was no longer of any use, so he simply didn’t show up.
"That’s my own matter," she easily skipped over this topic.
"Isn’t your matter my matter as well?" Gu Annan raised his eyebrows, continuing to pressure her.
Lu Wanwan was nearly squeezed into the corner of the car, his presence impossible to ignore.
"Have you never thought about getting it back from your father?" He still raised his eyebrows, speaking indifferently, his tone even carrying a slight hint of seduction.