"Uncle Three." Seeing that Mu Xuri still showed no intention of letting go, Ning Anran called out again.
Mu Xuri collected himself and finally released Ning Anran's hand.
His face darkened, and he said coldly, "I just mistook you for Wen Yu. Don't take it to heart."
Once her hand was free, Ning Anran immediately stood up and stepped aside.
"No, why would I mind Uncle Three?"
Though she spoke those words, she did not believe him in her heart.
Mu Xuri adjusted his chair back to an upright position, sat properly, and waved his hand.
"You may go now; I still have some work to finish."
Ning Anran nodded, saying promptly, "Okay then, I won't disturb you any longer, Uncle Three."
After speaking, she walked to the door and turned to look back at Mu Xuri once more.
Seeing that he was indeed already bending over his desk, engrossed in work, Ning Anran didn't linger and walked out, closing the door behind her.
