Yu Lingqian, with a heavy air of displeasure, appeared beside the car.
Before Anran could speak, he had already scooped her up horizontally and turned to walk toward the hospital.
Yu Lingqian didn't smoke; he only carried a pleasant, fresh scent.
Snuggled in his embrace, Anran inexplicably felt very reassured.
She couldn't help but rest her head against his chest, listening to his steady, strong heartbeat, "Young Master Yu, I won't cause you any trouble in the future."
Yu Lingqian paused mid-step, his expression growing even uglier.
Not causing trouble for him anymore?
Was this ungrateful wretch still thinking of escaping from him?
"Tsk!" He scoffed coldly, "Then who do you plan on troubling, your Brother Ling?"
Anran sneakily glanced up and, seeing his scowling face, suddenly felt it was somewhat amusing.
After interacting with Lord Buddha Yu for so long, she had gotten a grasp on some of his ways and habits.
