An Ran thought about it and seemed to realize that there was nothing that could truly threaten this man. Unwilling to give up, she finally said, "Otherwise, your twenty million will go down the drain."
"Pfft..." Mu Xingfeng couldn't help but burst out laughing. His little woman was always so adorable.
"Stop laughing! Did you hear me?" An Ran glared at him, puffing out her little cheeks in anger.
Mu Xingfeng reached out and pinched her cheek in coordination, nodding solemnly, "Yes, I heard you."
With Mu Xingfeng's promise, An Ran finally stopped crying and seriously finished bandaging his wound.
As he watched the little woman busy over his chest, Mu Xingfeng's heart softened to the point of melting. His dark eyes grew even darker. He had to live well, because without him, what would she do? For her sake, he had to live well.
At Imperial City Airport's domestic arrival hall, three tall figures drew countless curious gazes from passersby.
