Lan Mu was impatient, "Aren't you planning on letting me out yet?"
He frowned, and the reporters were scared because it wasn't the first or second time he had smashed their equipment.
If he really smashed it, they would not even have a place to cry.
Everyone hastily made way.
Lan Mu opened the yard gate.
Yan Yuanjing stood next to Yan Zao, quietly puzzled, "How did the reporters know my brother-in-law was here?"
"I don't know," Yan Zao shook her head, thinking it might be paparazzi tracking, "The paparazzi here are indeed formidable."
After all, Lan Mu's car had been parked outside his house for the whole night, so ostentatiously.
Yan Yuanjing looked at the madness of the reporters and thought of Lan Mu at their school gate last night, feeling a bit scared. He said, "I don't want you to take me to school anymore. I'll bike there."
Saying that, he immediately went to push his bicycle.
