1859, Yu Lingqian's Cinnabar Mole (4)
Just like him and Xue Murong.
After changing clothes, Mu Anran quickly went to the underground parking lot and drove her car out.
The white BMW swiftly wove through the bustling traffic, Mu Anran kept her eyes fixed ahead, pressing the gas pedal to the floor.
All she wanted was a word from Yu Lingqian.
As long as Yu Lingqian told her: the past is the past, that would be enough.
On her way to Emperor's View Building, Mu Anran kept dialing Yu Lingqian's number, but unfortunately, none of the calls connected.
Mu Anran's face grew more and more grim, and her heart increasingly anxious...
At that moment, in a certain secretive private club.
The dim lights flickered within the club, creating a very ambiguous atmosphere.
The air was permeated with a faint scent of cologne.
This private club was extremely secretive and high-end, operating on a membership basis, with ordinary people having little chance of entering.
