Not my sister, alright!
Lu Feng was still driving in front, and she was so embarrassed she couldn't face anyone, okay?
At that moment, it felt as if ten thousand grass-mud horses were galloping through Mu Anran's heart.
After teasing Mu Anran, Yu Lingqian contentedly let go of her, "Since we are so connected and affectionate, without any second thoughts, and our minds understand each other so well, shouldn't you keep this thing then?"
"I—" Mu Anran still wanted to refuse.
She, full of grievance, took the document folder back: It was better to keep it for now and find an opportunity to return it to him later.
Yu Lingqian gave her an extra glance:
Typically, if a boyfriend gave a gift, wouldn't most women be over the moon?
Only this little one by his side had a look of such grievance, as if he was demanding a billion dollars from her.
Half an hour later, the Bentley returned to the villa.
