Chapter 29: It's Her Own Fault

"Young Master, there're people up ahead."

"People? What people?"

In the heavy rain, several men dressed like nursing aides were walking with a snakeskin bag, the woman next to them spoke in a cold voice, "Hurry up, move faster."

"Ah..."

One of the nursing aides lost his grip, the snakeskin bag burst open, revealing a hand drawn from it, with a red string tied around it.

"What are you screaming at? Hurry up and move."

Seeing Mu Yan's car, Aunt Li's eyes flashed with anxiety, she hurriedly yelled.

However, An Xiangrong, who was sitting in the car, felt as if she had been struck by lightning.

'Aunt Qing, Aunt Qing... I have a gift for you.'

'Gift? What gift is Ah Rong giving to Aunt Qing.'

The little girl stretched out her hand, lying still in her palm was a red string. The little girl said proudly, 'Aunt Qing, this is woven by Ah Rong herself, it's a gift for you.'