Who would have expected the girl's next moment to be lifting her head, pouting her little cheeks in anger, and her big eyes filled with fury, sizing him up and down. Mu Xingfeng's heart palpitated: "Ranran, what's wrong?"
"Are you hurt?" Although he knew it was out of concern, the words from the little girl's mouth sounded gritted and forceful.
Mu Xingfeng smiled indulgently and reached out to embrace her: "As you can see, I'm perfectly fine now. Feel relieved?"
An Ran pushed against his strong chest with both hands, still looking at him with displeasure, "Mu Xingfeng, you didn't call me for so long. Do you know how worried I was? Is it impossible to make a call during your mission? Even a text message would do."
An Ran complained, her eyes beginning to redden uncontrollably.
God knows how she spent the past ten-plus days, dreaming several times that Mu Xingfeng was shot, waking up drenched in cold sweat.
