Mu Anran blinked her eyes as she looked at him, a slight pang of heartache arising.
Just then, Song Jiaqi also chased out.
Running too fast, her high heels viciously snapped, causing her so much pain that tears were nearly spilling, "Ah, Ah Qian, wait for me!"
Mu Anran's pretty face turned cold, and the softness that had just surfaced was immediately suppressed.
With a steady face, she struggled to get down, "Yu Lingqian, let me go."
"I won't." Yu Lingqian held her, showing no intention of letting her down.
Mu Anran bit her lip.
She couldn't beat him in a fight, nor outscold him.
Whenever a problem arose, this guy would always take it out on her.
The more she thought, the more aggrieved she felt, and her eyes reddened as the tears started to roll down.
Yu Lingqian had always despised women's tears.
Yet, whenever he saw Mu Anran cry, his heart felt as if it were seized by someone.
Before he had a chance to explain, Song Jiaqi rushed up to them.
