The scene instantly devolved into chaos. Some said An Yan should be taken to the hospital, while others argued she should be brought home instead.
A sly smile slowly emerged on Feng Jingnian's gloomy face.
"Tell Azhen to handle the driver."
"Yes."
「In the car.」
An Yan opened her eyes and looked at Mu Enyu, who was a crying mess.
"Little Deskmate, you're too loud for my ears."
Mu Enyu was speechless.
Liang Chen said, "Faking death to escape! It's the only way to get rid of that Young Master Feng."
"When did you two plan this?"
Mu Enyu looked at them, confused. "Why didn't you tell me?"
An Yan laughed and said, "There was no plan; it was spur of the moment, and your reactions were all amazing!"
"You scared me to death!"
Mu Enyu suddenly lunged forward and hugged An Yan, then after a moment, stiffened.
"Sis Yan, where's Little Squirrel?"
Normally, if Little Squirrel wasn't with her, it would be in Sis Yan's pocket. But now, Sis Yan's pocket was empty.
