"Young Master Gu, is something wrong?"
Hearing the urgency in Gu Mingyu's tone, Song Yi couldn't help but ask. He had been at Gu Mingyu's side for many years and had never heard him sound so frantic.
"Investigate An Ling's past at the An family, and also, also An Xiangrong."
Gu Mingyu's voice was a little hoarse as he hung up the phone, watching An Ling swim towards him.
An Ling surfaced, looking at the man sitting there. But when she saw his expression, she couldn't help but pause, confusion filled her eyes. She spoke softly, "Ah Yu, what's wrong, are you feeling unwell?"
"I'm fine."
Shaking his head, Gu Mingyu looked down at An Ling in the water, "There's a sudden issue at the company, I have to leave first."
With that, he stood up and left.
Water droplets slid down the man's smooth back, landing on the ground. But watching his retreating figure without looking back, An Ling's eyes were full of gloom. She clenched her fists tightly and bit down hard on her lips.