Mumu, forgive me

Ye Tongtong stood still, gazing at Yu Lingqian's departing figure, feeling her heart beating faster and faster…

She looked down at the clothes in her arms.

They were custom-made with the finest fabric, and the stitching was the densest.

"So, he is the president of Yu Group…"

Ye Tongtong draped the suit jacket over her shoulders, tidied her hair, and turned to walk out.

***

The next morning, when Mu Anran woke up, it was already ten o'clock.

Because she hadn't slept well the night before, she felt listless.

"Knock, knock, knock—"

Madam Lin's voice came from the door, "Madam, are you… awake?"

Mu Anran responded weakly, "Yes, I'm getting up now."

Madam Lin sighed with relief, "All right, I'll go downstairs and prepare your food."

By the time Mu Anran had washed up and come downstairs, Madam Lin had breakfast ready.

She took a few bites and unconsciously looked over at Yu Lingqian's usual seat: "…"