The taxi driver glanced at her through the rearview mirror. She was beautiful, but she was dressed simply in a white shirt, jeans, and a pair of flat shoes, and the backpack she was carrying was clearly not a designer brand.
Young Master Yu's place in Beiyujing Villa was where only the most powerful and influential people in City C could reside.
What else could a young, attractive college student be doing in a place like that?
Secretly shaking his head and dismissing the disdain in his eyes, the driver finally pressed the accelerator to the floor.
By the time Mu Anran breathlessly reached the villa's door, she glanced at her watch: It was just past five.
After calming her breath, she pressed the doorbell.
However, a moment later, a deep mellow voice came from the intercom at the door, "I remember you have a key."
"Huh? Oh! Yes, yes, yes!" Mu Anran's face flushed red as she hurriedly fumbled in her backpack for the keys and unlocked the villa's main door.
