Including the car brought by Mu Qian, there were a dozen or so vehicles.
Sports cars and armored vehicles even led the way in front of the police cars, instantly overwhelming the police's presence. This was unprecedented in City C, and probably only Mu Qian dared to make such a bold move.
Wen Jiaren turned her face to look at the man driving. He stared straight ahead, his profile handsome and flawless, not a single blemish to be found. The more she learned about this man, the more she felt he was omnipotent, and the more she felt there was no escape for her.
She clenched her hands, pursed her lips, and said uncomfortably, "Thank you for today."
If it hadn't been for Mu Qian, the situation might have gotten out of control.
Mu Qian didn't speak, not even giving her a glance.
Wen Jiaren knew Mu Qian was angry but didn't know why. She guessed it was because of the lunch incident; she had made him wait in vain for so long, wasting his time and making him and Xiao'er go hungry.
