Mu Nancheng threw himself in front of Yu Lingqian, "Mr. Yu, I, I can explain—yes, I shouldn't have lied to you. Over a week ago, I lost contact with my son. But I've been sending people out to look for him. You want his custody, right? I'll sign, I'll sign right now."
He grabbed a pen, making one last resistance: "I'll sign, I'll sign."
Just as the pen touched down, Mu Anran, who had been kneeling on the ground, suddenly ran over.
She snatched the contract and tore it to pieces in front of Mu Nancheng, then swung it forcefully over her head.
The fluttering bits of paper fell like snowflakes, reflecting Mu Anran's resolute and indifferent little face, "No need, just stay in this villa with the vixen and her daughter, and watch Mu's collapse."
Having said this, she turned coldly, pushing her brother and turning to leave.
Yu Lingqian watched her arrogant figure, a faint curve seemingly flashing across his lips.
Then, he turned and left.
