This man is always so reliable, no matter the situation.
Mu Anran felt an inexplicable sense of relief in her heart. She nodded gently and nestled into Yu Lingqian's embrace.
The car drove into the front yard of the villa, and Mu Anran was carried out of the car by Yu Lingqian.
Mu Anran's hands had been tied with a belt just now, and her struggles had left two deep red marks on her wrists.
Wrapped in Yu Lingqian's coat, she subconsciously hid her wrists.
She didn't want Mu Shaojing to see that she was hurt, otherwise her brother would definitely lose his temper.
When the two of them walked into the living room, they were surprised to find only Ali was there.
Mu Anran's heart sank, and she hurriedly struggled out of Yu Lingqian's arms: "Where's my brother?"
Seeing Mu Anran, Ali also let out a sigh of relief.
