As his words fell, Mu Shaochen's warm lips unintentionally brushed past Qin Wan's earlobe.
That damp touch made her earlobes slightly redden.
He curled his lips in a domineering manner, pulled her to the sofa, and pushed her down to sit on it.
He dialed a phone number.
Two minutes later.
The bodyguard led Song Yuan into the living room, to the front of the sofa.
He said to Mu Shaochen, "Sir, this is Song Yuan."
Mu Shaochen glanced at the man in a T-shirt, who was ugly and seemed timid.
Turning his gaze, he said to Qin Wan, "Wanwan, whatever you want to ask, just ask him."
Song Yuan did not recognize Qin Wan, but Mu Shaochen often made headlines with Su Qing, and even those in Ye City who hadn't seen him knew who he was.
The moment Song Yuan saw Mu Shaochen, his heart skipped a beat.
Under Mu Shaochen's gaze, he felt even more panicked.
He had no idea what he had done to offend this King of Hell-like man of Ye City.
"Mu, Mu Shaocheng, I, you..."