Before he spoke again, he took a step forward and said," Mr. Mu, thank you, and I..."
A cold glance interrupted Lin Anqi next sentence. Instead, he watched as Mu Yun Fan sat lazily at the dining table and tapped his slender fingers at the butler at the kitchen door to prepare breakfast.
When she saw the Lin Anqi standing there, she didn't know how to react. In a daze, she remembered that the Sunset Cloud Fan was very warm last night. His arms were as strong and comfortable as a warm harbor, allowing her to dock. She was willing to indulge in the dream of Yi Huan.
But the look in his eyes just now was too indifferent. It was as if everything was just an illusion and hope in her heart. He was still the arrogant and cold President Mu Yunfan.
Holding the fiery-red velvet gift box with both
