"Mumu, listen to me!"
Gazing at Mu Anran's tranquil face, Ling Li felt a dull pain in his chest.
He strode forward quickly, grabbing her wrist with a tinge of pleading in his eyes, "Mumu, leave that man, from now on I will take care of you, okay?"
Mu Anran turned around to meet his hopeful gaze.
"Okay or not?" Ling Li asked urgently, "We can take care of your brother together."
Anxiously, he waited for Mu Anran's reply, but he feared her rejection even more.
Mu Anran gently placed her right hand over the back of his hand, and Ling Li's eyes brightened, "Mumu?"
With a jerk, she pulled her hand out of Ling Li's grasp, "Brother Ling, I... have always considered you as my own brother."
"Mumu!" Ling Li panicked, his face turning ashen.
Mu Anran clutched the interrogation transcript, "Now, I must go to see someone, I still owe him an apology."
