【366】Director Mu

"..."

Having been rebuffed in such a manner, Young Master Yu's handsome face instantly turned as black as the bottom of a pot.

Then, he huffily continued to ravage the magazine in his hands.

After finishing the apple, Mu Anran stealthily lifted her eyes to glance at him.

Look at all that pent-up resentment, as if someone owed him billions and refused to pay up.

Taking a bold move, she snatched the magazine from his hands and stuffed the apple into his palm, "Have some fruit, Young Master Yu?"

Yu Lingqian looked up coldly, and unexpectedly saw Mu Anran's face looking pitiful, staring back at him with her big, round eyes.

The anger that had just surged up inexplicably dissipated by more than half.

He remained stone-faced, not moving a muscle, "I'm injured."

Implicitly meaning, you have to feed me.

Mu Anran knew he wasn't in a good mood at the moment and did not contradict him.

She took the apple back, cut it into small pieces, and proceeded to feed him.