Mu Anan didn't need to turn around. She could see the person standing behind her through the reflection of the wall before her.
It was a man in a suit.
Just by looking at the rough outline, one could tell that the other party had a rigorous and refined type of image.
Mu Anan's heart tightened.
She was very unwilling to face that person.
She even wanted to leave.
However, Mu Anan was still rational. She also wanted to know why that man had appeared in that place and why he had stopped her.
Mu Anan regulated her emotions without batting an eyelid.
When she turned around, her expression was indifferent.
The middle-aged man in a suit was none other than Jiang Zhen!
Mu Anan's good-for-nothing father.
Jiang Zhen was still holding two lunch boxes in his hands, and he had a charming smile on his face.