The driver felt a chill down his spine: his young master rarely got angry, but the air pressure around him was extremely low.
Sometimes, there was no need to show anger to make someone feel the chill from head to toe.
"Okay, I got it!" The driver hurriedly started the car and drove toward the Jingdu Hotel.
Throughout the journey, Mu Anran just sat quietly beside Yu Lingqian, without uttering a word.
Her small hands were twisted in front of her chest, and her eyes were somewhat dim: although... although she knew her trip to Yanjing would be difficult, it had just begun and she had already received a setback as soon as she got off the plane.
Her mood instantly became somewhat low.
Yu Lingqian was such a shrewd person that he could sense his little one's mind wandering just by the scent in the air.
His little one was especially delicate in her feelings. Surely she wasn't thinking of backing out after Su Qiao's confrontation?
