Fu Yu Group: "At four this afternoon, we will hold a livestream press conference to clear up the rumors about Mr. Gu Nian'an."
[What the hell???]
[What exactly is the relationship between this Fu Yu Group and Gu Nian'an?! Someone explain!!]
[I just looked up Fu Yu Group, emmm, all I can say is they're ridiculously impressive, but my uncultured ass can't make sense of it.]
[Can't wait! Are they finally responding?!]
[Ahhhhh, we get to see our baby An again.]
The afternoon soon arrived. Many media outlets had come to conduct interviews, and the livestream began as well.
As the doors opened, Gu Nian'an entered, holding hands with a tall, straight-backed man.
Everyone turned to look. The man had a high nose bridge and a handsome face, with a faint hint of coldness in his deep eyes.
He carried himself with an air of refinement and aloofness, but his gaze softened a little when it fell on the person beside him.
The person beside him was the subject of this press conference, Gu Nian'an.
But his face now seemed pale, as though he had only just recovered from a serious illness, and he exuded a sense of frailty.
At the sight of so many people, he tightened his grip on the hand beside him in a little fear.
[!!! Who is this guy!! Why is he holding my wife's hand!!!]
[Slurp, slurp, slurp, this guy is so handsome. Broad shoulders, narrow waist, slurp, slurp. That body, slurp, slurp. And Anbao, sob, sob, let Mommy nuzzle you. So cute.]
[Is my wife sick? Sob, sob, he looks so pale, sob, sob.]
[Wait, why are they holding hands? Fuck! Are they announcing their relationship?!]
[Hmm, from what I can tell, neither this guy's clothes nor Gu Nian'an's are cheap. They're clearly