Mu Anran let out a sigh, looking him directly in the eyes as she spoke word by word, "If Young Master Yu isn't willing to help, I'll have to find my own way."
Yu Lingqian's handsome brows furrowed: "Say that again?"
The man's presence was so imposing that, truth to be told, Mu Anran was indeed a bit scared.
However, when she thought of the consequences that Nie Xianyang might face, her eyes hardened with determination again: "I, want, to, get, out, of, the, car!"
Silence.
A silence as still as death.
It seemed like a century had passed when Yu Lingqian suddenly let go of her wrist, his gaze indifferent as he looked ahead, his voice ice-cold: "Pull over to the side of the road."
"Yes, BOSS."
Lu Feng quickly pulled the Maybach over to the curb.
Mu Anran slowly exhaled, and as she prepared to open the door and get out, she saw Yu Lingqian next to her take an umbrella and get out of the car first.
