Miss, who are you?

Mu Anran's gaze fell on Yu Lingqian's thin lips, and she thought of that kiss at the airport again.

Her ears involuntarily turned red.

"Young Master Yu."

She greeted him softly.

Yu Lingqian lifted his eyelids slightly and responded indifferently, "Mm."

After he said that, silence returned to the car.

The quietness made her feel uncomfortable, "So, where are we going?"

The man beside her remained unfazed, "You'll know when we get there."

Mu Anran mumbled a response, "Oh."

It wasn't as if she'd offended him, so why the cold face, as if someone owed him millions?

Feeling a little emotional, she deliberately turned her head to look out the window.

This small gesture caught Yu Lingqian's eye, and a faint smile curved his lips.

The Bentley Mulsanne pulled up at Qianxi Department Store, and Yu Lingqian led her straight to the women's clothing section.