The car drove under the cover of night, stopping at the entrance of Cinema City, where Lu Wanwan got out.
The driver asked in a low voice, "Young Master, are we heading to the airport now?"
"Yes." Gu Annan's expression turned cold and stern again, "To the airport, and make it quick."
They sped all the way to the airport, where Zhao Chen had already arranged for a plane to be ready as quickly as possible.
The man who got out of the car strode with long steps, his face as gloomy as if it were about to rain.
"Mr. Gu, rest assured, the old madam's health isn't particularly bad at the moment, just a bit agitated emotionally. The doctors have said that there's no danger to her life, though due to her age, her physical condition isn't that great," Zhao Chen said as they walked.
Gu Annan, with a grave face, asked, "How could this suddenly happen? Who said that?"
Zhao Chen fell silent for a moment.
This matter still had him nervous.
