Perhaps he did this to debunk the rumors on his own, so no one would suspect his engagement was only in name and that he still needed other women?
After all, expecting Gu Annan to come out and explain that he actually wasn't gay was simply impossible.
As Lu Wanwan looked at the rows of cabinets inside the closet, she couldn't help but inwardly ridicule that a straight man would need so many clothes—it was truly incomprehensible.
"Gu Annan, what do you want to wear?"
Without any direction, she didn't dare to rummage around, fearing that an accidental glimpse of something unspeakable would stoke the flames of his existing anger.
Gu Annan, the name that had disappeared from her life for years still rang clear in her mind; this person was definitely quick to anger, haughtily aloof, with an untouchable pride.
"It's ten o'clock at night, you tell me what to wear?"
Lu Wanwan rolled her eyes at the voice from outside the room and casually opened a wardrobe.
