Mu Yan descended the stairs and saw a black Continental parked at the entrance, a tall figure sitting on the hood.
Moonlight draped over him, cloaking him in a layer of serene glow.
She suddenly slowed her pace, somewhat afraid this was an illusion.
As if sensing something, he suddenly looked over.
Seeing her trudging slowly this way, he finally couldn't resist and got up to approach her.
Mu Yan looked at the man standing in front of her, surprised, "Weren't you supposed to arrive tomorrow?"
"With such a big incident, did Mrs. Jiang think I could just sit there?" Jiang Jingheng raised an eyebrow.
Mu Yan felt a bit guilty; she had hidden this matter from him.
She lowered her head and murmured, "I'm sorry."
Jiang Jingheng lifted his hand to cup her face, frowning, "I don't like you saying those three words to me."
Mu Yan pouted slightly, her eyes looking innocently at him, "So you're not angry?"
