Gu Annan's lips were tightly pursed, emitting a sharp and piercing coldness from his eyes that seemed to radiate a chill from his very bones.
Lu Wanwan didn't notice him, rather it was Ji Jiayi by his side who suddenly didn't know what she said wrong.
Was it because she brought the reporters here, causing him trouble?
When she followed Gu Annan's gaze, she was surprised to see Qiao Moran was also there.
Indeed, she had caused trouble. Ever since Gu Annan returned to take charge of the family business, he had kept a low profile, never appearing in public.
Now she led the reporters here, and to make matters worse, there was Qiao Moran, another hard one to shake off.
"Mr. Music God, do you always wear a hat when you go out?"
"Yes."
Qiao Moran was always brief and to the point. Lu Wanwan felt like getting words out of him was like squeezing toothpaste—without asking, he wouldn't say a word.
"So, are you so frugal with words because you need to protect your voice?"
"No."
