On the helicopter ride back, besides her, Zhang Liang, and Fang Hui, there was also an unexpected person for An Ran.
Wang Jiaqi sat in the corner at the tail of the aircraft, her hands tied behind her back, while Zhang Liang sat next to her, looking as if he was keeping a close watch on her.
Wang Jiaqi no longer had her previous sparkle and confidence, her head bowed, her overall demeanor despondent, resigned to her fate.
Seeing An Ran's gaze, Mu Xingfeng reached out and pressed her little head against his chest, his arm around her waist tightened slightly. Just barely, once again, her little precious had narrowly escaped disaster. Such a kind girl, why does she always face so many hardships?
At this moment, Mu Xingfeng truly wished he could tie her to his belt and carry her around at all times, enjoying his protection every moment.
