Mu Anran, seething with anger, snatched the paper bag and then turned to head toward the door.
Lin Guanguan raised her voice, "If you're sure that Yu Lingqian really cares about you, this thing might be able to help you."
Mu Anran glanced down at the kraft paper bag, bit her lip tightly, and suddenly felt a sourness in her eyes, "Brother..."
When she reached the door, she suddenly paused in her steps.
She slowly turned around, twisted her head to look at Lin Guanguan, "If I were you, I would get rid of those photos. After all, I think my brother would feel disgusted by just giving you an extra glance now."
Lin Guanguan felt as if someone had suddenly gripped her heart tightly.
Her emotions suddenly became uncontrollable, "Mumu, believe me, your brother is back, he really is back!"
Mu Anran let out a cold sneer, "Do you think, after you stabbed my brother in the back like you did back then, if he really came back, he would save you? He would probably wish you were dead, right?"
