Mu Anran bit her lip as her mind raced.
She couldn't possibly call Yu Lingqian; he might not care about her.
Nor could she call Nie Xiaoxun; she was a girl.
So the only person she could call was Brother Ling—
"Ling Li." Mu Anran lowered her gaze and opened her mouth softly.
Hebe kicked Wang Ming and ordered, "Call right away."
Qianxi Department Store Plaza.
Ling Li stood by the roadside, anxiously scanning the surroundings: Mu Anran's life was especially simple, with only a few places she would go.
But even after searching everywhere, there was no news of her.
Just then, the phone in his pocket suddenly rang.
He dug out the phone irritably, and the flashing words "Mu Anran" on the screen instantly brightened his eyes.
"Mumu, you finally answered the phone, where are you?"
