When she came out of the bathroom, the man was already sitting on the bed, sulking with the quilt wrapped around him, his handsome face filled with anger.
Su Wanwan knew that this young master had a very serious case of waking-up grumpiness.
She had no choice but to walk over and gently touched his cheek to soothe him: "Why don't you go back to sleep? I'm off for now."
Young Master Mu was still quite displeased, grabbing her wrist, his voice lazy and husky: "I have to be back at FIS for a meeting in the afternoon. If you don't stay with me in the morning, you'll lose the chance."
"You're going back in the afternoon?" Su Wanwan hesitated slightly.
She didn't want to further affect the filming schedule, but also couldn't bear leaving the man waiting in the room.
"Su Wanwan!" Seeing her hesitate, Mu Yuze felt as if an ancient power within him was about to explode.
