Picked up the iPad, carefully presented it before Yu Lingqian.
The man's face was cold and expressionless, as he took the iPad, his slender fingertips carelessly brushing over it.
Mu Anran took a deep breath, her clenched fists hanging by her side:
He had been unconscious for two days and a night, so he hadn't made it to the warehouse to save her.
This meant that, had he not been injured, he might not have been so cold and heartless.
Something in the corner of her heart seemed to loosen a little.
As if making up her mind, Mu Anran walked forward and half-sat at the edge of the bed.
Her slender hands trembled as they held up his handsome face, and she closed her eyes and kissed him.
The man's body stiffened momentarily, he made no move, merely letting her kiss his lips awkwardly.
Mu Anran felt as if her nervous heart was about to leap out of her throat, her face blushing, "Young Master Yu, whatever you need, just tell me, and I will help you."
