1881. Please, don't let me down!
Looking at the room card in her hand, Mu Anran suddenly felt trapped.
She stared fixedly at the number 808 on the room card, her previously wavering eyes suddenly becoming resolute.
Didn't Mu Xue just want to see her make a fool of herself?
But Mu Anran simply refused to believe in such misfortune.
She would not let Mu Xue succeed, would not let her have the last laugh.
Mu Anran took a deep breath, trying to calm her racing heart.
Then, she moved forward, entering the elevator.
Inside the elevator, she looked at her own face reflected in the mirror.
She reached out to pinch her cheek, forcing herself to regain composure.
Yu Lingqian, I'm begging you, please don't let me down, okay?
I don't want to see you with another woman when I open the door.
Whether that woman is Mu Xue or your so-called cinnabar mole.
As long as you tell me nothing happened, I'll believe you.
Please, don't let me down.
