That's strange. When has Mu Xingfeng ever been so considerate to a woman?
In his memory, besides his mom and his sister, there probably isn't a third woman in this world he would pay attention to.
While Chen Yankun was in a daze, Mu Xingfeng had already reached the elevator door, "Is there a problem?"
"No, sir, I'll go right away." He darted into the elevator as he spoke.
An Ran was wrapped tightly in a trench coat, struggling to stretch out her arm.
She fumbled to push back the coat on her head, trying to get some air.
"Be good, don't move. We'll arrive soon." Mu Xingfeng gently coaxed her, knowing she was uncomfortable.
Chen Yankun's legs went weak when he heard that voice, almost kneeling down.
Was that his second brother's voice? The voice of the army's infamous cold-faced Yama? His eyes couldn't help but shift to the person in Mu Xingfeng's arms.
