Upon seeing this message, An Xiangrong's face immediately changed.
Pressing the answer key, she asked directly, "What does this message mean?"
"Haha..."
Hearing An Xiangrong's frustrated voice, An Ling let out a triumphant laugh. "You want to know? Promise me one thing."
"You say."
"Let Gu Mingyu release me."
"Okay, I promise you."
The moment An Ling finished speaking, An Xiangrong responded immediately. Seeing how readily she conceded to her request without a second thought, An Ling's eyes were filled with complexity, which quickly turned to gloom.
"Alright, I'll wait for you at Happiness Court."
After saying that, An Ling hung up the phone.
Getting up from the ground, An Ling started to put on her makeup in front of the mirror.
"What happened? Why do you look so pale?"
In the hospital room.
Mu Yan saw An Xiangrong's pale face and spoke gently, concern filled his eyes. An Xiangrong shook her head and replied softly, "It's nothing."
