Gu Annan looked at these, then glanced at Lu Wanwan, who appeared listless with a somewhat pale face.
The appetizing snacks on the table held no appeal for her.
His face showed a hint of tension, his thin lips lightly pursed, as his gaze quickly returned.
He had intended to put away his phone, but after a thought, he typed another line into the search bar.
Ji Shaoyang had been looking at the menu, but when he looked up and saw Gu Annan like this, he tapped on the table and reminded him, "Can't you stop for a while when we're eating?"
Seeing that Gu Annan did not respond to him, Ji Shaoyang felt somewhat displeased, "Your wife is bored here, and all you can think about is your work emails?"
"Less nonsense," Gu Annan didn't even lift his eyelids.
"Wanwan, you've worked hard," he finally sighed softly.
It had been said that Gu Annan had turned down quite a bit of work for Lu Wanwan's sake recently, becoming fully absorbed and racing against time once he entered the work mode.
