Lu Wanwan looked up to see his fiercely stern face and was so intimidated by his presence that she fell silent.
His brows were furrowed and his gaze was chillingly cold throughout the process of applying the medicine.
Fortunately, his touch was gentle; otherwise, anyone who only saw his expression would have thought he was trying to strangle her.
"Shall we... go eat?" Lu Wanwan stood by, watching him put away the medicine bottle.
This man's face looked incredibly poor, and it took her a lot of courage just to ask this question.
She felt that his deep, unfathomable black eyes could throw her off this sixty-plus-story building with just one look.
"Gu Annan, what would you like to eat?"
"Did I say I wanted to eat?" he raised his eyebrows.
"Actually, I'm still not full," she added.
"Does it matter to me if you're not full?" he cast a cold glance at her, "Get out!"
"But..."
