On the other end of the phone, after a bizarre silence, suddenly a cold and grim voice came through:
"Address."
Ye Zhuoming quickly rattled off the address, but before his voice even faded, the call was abruptly disconnected.
He had seen Mu Anran a few times, and almost every time, she was with Yu Lingqian, looking like an innocuous Little White Rabbit.
However, it seemed that today, this Little White Rabbit could bite when angered!
Staring at the darkened screen, his hands casually stuffed in his pockets, he tilted his head and gazed at the half-open private room door, his lips curving into a meaningful smile.
Inside, a pretty and delicate woman had just finished doing her nails and was gently blowing on them, as if the commotion outside had nothing to do with her.
It wasn't until Mu Anran said that line about "attracting negative attention for your master" that she furrowed her brows and stood up.
In the restaurant, the argument continued.