Mu Anran finally raised her head, her gaze looking amused yet not, "Does it make any difference?"
He looked at her gentle expression, his eyes full of hurt, "Mumu, I know you need money to treat your brother, but why didn't you come to me? If it could be any man, why couldn't it be me?"
Because of Ling Li's words, Mu Anran's complexion suddenly turned slightly pale.
She lowered her gaze softly, "There are no 'ifs' in this world."
With that movement, Ling Li caught off guard, saw the faint and deep marks on her fair neck.
They were kiss marks.
His heart suddenly shook, as if slashed by a knife, he tightly grasped her wrist and suddenly shouted, "Did you let him touch you?"
Mu Anran was stunned for a while before regaining her composure, her wrist aching, "You're hurting me."
Ling Li's face turned extremely ugly, "Mu Anran, it's just three hundred thousand, you went to sleep with a man you barely know for that amount of money?"
