Just now she got off the plane and went straight to the exit. Fang Hui got delayed while helping a few people with their luggage. Mu Xingfeng wouldn't forget those two, right?
"They can get back on their own." Saying this, he already started the car and turned the heater to its maximum.
Because when leaving the hall, he clearly saw her hunch her shoulders against the cold. The Imperial City had gotten colder these days. Despite bringing her thick clothes, a scarf, and a hat, she still wasn't used to the city's weather since she grew up in the South.
An Ran looked at his cold and hardened profile and pursed her lips. Ever since he went to Nan'an last time, she noticed that Mu Xingfeng's emotions seemed a bit unstable.
She didn't know when he learned to get jealous at the drop of a hat.
Seeing him act so immaturely, An Ran couldn't help but feel amused.
Who could imagine the cold-faced Yama, Second Young Master Mu, would throw tantrums out of nowhere?
