Mu Anran's movements halted, and she turned to look back.
She saw a handsome man in a silver-grey suit, tall in stature, leaning lazily against the door, casually twirling a wine glass in his hand.
"Is it you?"
Mu Anran recognized the man at a glance.
This man wearing gold-rimmed glasses was the same one who had offered to take her back to the city at the airport.
What was he doing here?
There wasn't time to consider that now, especially since he wasn't someone important.
"I told you we would see each other often," the man said with a deviant smirk at the corner of his mouth.
Soaked in wine, Mu Anran felt extremely uncomfortable if she didn't deal with it.
Therefore, she had no patience to deal with this man either.
"Excuse me, sir, please step aside," she said as she approached the doorway, realizing the man's broad shoulders almost blocked half the corridor.
