"Pu—" Mu Anran choked on the soup and then started to cough violently.
Yu Lingqian frowned and gently patted her back.
While glancing at Song Jiaqi, he said in passing, "I'm going back in a few days."
With a smile, Song Jiaqi looked at Mu Anran, "Xiao Mumu is so adorable; the old master will surely like her."
Mu Anran was choking so badly that she could hardly speak; it took her a while to catch her breath, by which time her pretty face had turned red.
She turned to Yu Lingqian in surprise, "Take, take me back with you?"
Yu Lingqian nodded, "Mhm."
Seeing all this, Song Jiaqi couldn't help but raise an eyebrow, "Huh, Ah Qian, you never mentioned this to Xiao Mumu?"
Mu Anran felt complicated:
Because Yu Lingqian had never mentioned it to her before.
That's why she always thought that Yu Lingqian never intended to take her back.
Yu Lingqian passed a tissue to Mu Anran and said indifferently, "Such a trivial matter, why mention it in advance?"
Mu Anran: "..."
