Having left the hospital, Mu Anran followed Yu Lingqian into the car.
She had just settled in her seat when her phone chimed.
She glanced down at the screen and saw a message from Song Yan.
Mu Anran picked up the phone, about to open the message, when it suddenly flew out of her hands.
Looking up, Yu Lingqian had bluntly tossed her phone to the back seat, "You just hit your head, don't play with your phone."
Mu Anran: "..."
Please, my Lord Buddha Yu, hitting my head has nothing to do with playing with my phone, does it?
Half an hour later, the Bentley stopped at the entrance of Beiyujing Villa.
Yu Lingqian got out first and then walked over to Mu Anran's side, bending down to pick her up.
This time, Mu Anran didn't refuse, but instead she docilely and rightfully enjoyed his rare tenderness.
