In the car, Mu Ziheng looked at Ye Ranran's somewhat disheveled figure and pulled out a cigarette and lighter from his pocket. He fiddled with the slender cigarette for a while before finally snapping it in half.
Qi Yanran was originally organizing her bag when she saw him holding the lighter. She moved closer to take a look, furrowed her brows, and said with incomprehension, "You've used it for five years, why not replace it? The paint is already gone."
Mu Ziheng's gaze was heavy as he looked at her, his voice ice-cold, "It's none of your business!"
Qi Yanran immediately felt unhappy, pouting as she said, "Cousin, you weren't like this just now. Don't you like Yanran anymore?"
Mu Ziheng didn't respond, but the chill in his eyes was enough to deter Qi Yanran from saying anything more.
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An hour later, Jiang Ning, who was drinking by the riverside, received a phone call.