Outside, the rain drizzled down, and inside the Maybach, Yu Lingqian sat coldly in the back seat.
Mu Anran hesitated for a moment, but still got into the car.
The car soon started and darted through the curtain of rain.
"Young Master Yu..."
Just as Mu Anran began to speak, a large towel fell from above, almost completely wrapping her up.
A slender hand reached over, and with an indifferent expression, he began to wipe her hair.
Mu Anran froze for a moment, but finally, she meekly did not resist.
Only after her hair was half dry did Yu Lingqian speak indifferently, "Don't show me those pitiful looks for another man, it easily angers me."
After speaking, he yanked the towel, wrapping her body with it.
Mu Anran looked up, grabbed his hand, "Young Master Yu, please."
Yu Lingqian looked down at her, "Are you trying to argue with me?"
