"Mu Xingfeng~~, you finally came."
As she spoke, tears fell, her soft voice carrying a bit of grievance, a bit of reproach, like a plea but more like an accusation.
Mu Xingfeng hugged the trembling small body of the girl into his arms, his large hand gently patting her back, kissing her long hair, "I'm sorry, I'm late."
I'm sorry, I should have always been by your side, I'm sorry, it's because of me that you suffered such harm.
The people at the door all breathed a sigh of relief when they saw An Ran, except Lin Weidong, who frowned and looked gloomily at the people in the room.
His distinguished commander's daughter, such an outstanding daughter, had just been held at gunpoint by someone in his Lin Family, all because of that little girl?
