hu, you must not tell your father, or I'm dead.""Now I know I regret it, I wish I had done something else."Lin Ruochu sneered coldly, "If I hadn't known beforehand that Xu Ronghua had betrayed me and...Chapter 1847: How Come My Stomach Hurts This Time

Su Han walked through the gate, Coach Zhang trailing far behind. He easily followed her into the residential area, keeping a safe distance so as not to lose sight of her while avoiding detection.

Until Su Han entered the small unit, Coach Zhang's footsteps hurried behind him, wanting to go open the unit door. He discovered that the lock was on and could only be opened with a card.

He couldn't get into the apartment door. Unwilling to give up, he took a few steps back, checked the building number, spat in annoyance, and turned away to leave.

Back at her home, Su Han was completely unaware that someone had been following her all the way to the building downstairs.

After putting down the mala hot pot, Su Han went to the kitchen and brought back a bottle of Sprite. Just as she was about to have dinner, her phone on the table rang.

Ring ring ring.

She put down her Sprite and picked up her phone. She saw that the caller was the maid she had sent to keep an eye on Nan Ci's company.

Su Han pressed the answer button, "Hello"

The maid spoke hesitantly, "Miss, Mr. Gu has a stomach ache."

Su Han was taken aback, frowned, and cursed, "He's sick, take him to the hospital! What do you want from me I can't help you."

The maid hurriedly added, "Mr. Gu has taken his medicine."

Su Han was really amused and bewildered, "When did this happen"

"An hour ago," the maid hurriedly replied, probing a little, "Mr. Gu said that he hadn't eaten well at noon and drank something cold as a result. I heard from his employees that he had lunch with you."

Su Han was truly convinced, "He ate with me. How would I know he had a stomach problem He didn't tell me."

"Where is he" Su Han supported his forehead with one hand, trying to keep his voice calm.

The maid replied, "He's still lying in the office."

Su Han said again, "Alright, you watch him, I'll be there in a moment."

"Okay, I'll send you the address."

Ending the phone call, Su Han turned her head to glance at her spicy hot pot, resolutely turning away so she wouldn't keep looking at it. Otherwise, she would just want to eat it more and more.

After you've seen Gu Nanci, come back and eat.

Thinking this way, Su Han picked up her small bag and opened the door, walking outside.

Su Han quickly received the address provided by the maid on her phone. She hailed a cab, gave the driver the address, and then turned to look out the window without saying a word.

She pondered over what she could have for lunch, her mind going back to the meal they had together before. Gu Nanci seemed to have eaten it too then, and nothing happened.

Why is my stomach hurting today

Su Han couldn't help but sigh, these workplace elites, don't they know how to treat their bodies well

It took me more than ten minutes, but I couldn't accomplish anything important. It just messed up my stomach.

Then she thought of her spicy hot pot, and realized it would be a mess to eat it back home. Why hadn't she considered bringing it in the car That way, by the time she got to Gu Nanci's company, most of it would be gone.

It probably wouldn't be a good idea to eat in the car, as most drivers would likely object.

Alas, this mala hot pot, she's destined not to be able to eat it.

Her mind was racing the whole way, and the taxi stopped a short distance from the entrance of a tall building.

Su Han paid the fare, got out of the car and walked down to the building. After taking the elevator to Gu Nanci's company floor, she just stepped out of the stairwell when she saw her maid waiting for her in the corridor.

"Miss, you're here." The servant practically leaped to her face, a palpable sense of relief washing over him.

Su Han looked at him and calmly asked, "What about him"d she run away It was his stubborn insistence that brought her here. If anyone should leave, it should be him. If not for him, how could the driver have been led away by grandpaYes, it's all his faul...