The next day at work, Lu Wanwan had just turned on her computer when Linda approached her of her own accord.
"Xiaolu, how late did you work overtime yesterday?"
"Quite late." Mentioning last night didn't put her in a good mood.
The subway had stopped running, and she painfully spent money on a taxi home, all because of Gu Annan's deliberate obstructions.
Suddenly recalling the old man from yesterday, she immediately explained, "There was too much to translate, and Mr. Gu was in a hurry to have it, so I worked until ten o'clock."
Linda looked at her expression as if relieved.
"Didn't Mr. Gu give you a ride home?" she then smiled again, "I heard Mr. Gu's car is worth millions, is that true or not? Did you see it?"
"I don't know," Lu Wanwan replied grumpily, "I took a taxi home last night."
