Lin Mu shook his head, feigning seriousness, "Your sorrow is my sorrow. Your troubles are my troubles. How can I be happy if you're not? Hey, Sister Nan, at this point, I don't want to hide it from you anymore. In fact, my feelings for you are truly as clear as the heavens, the moon represents my heart… uh, don't go, I'm not done yet..."
Watching Song Yanan's face turn crimson as she hurriedly left, almost fleeing, Lin Mu grinned smugly.
"Heh, with just this little skill, you still want to compete with me."
Slipping out of the company, Lin Mu went to a pharmacy and bought some gauze and alcohol, quickly treating his wound, and then drove to the hotel. Unfortunately, Ling Xiaoqiao had already checked out and left.
Damn it, nothing but air, and Lin Mu felt really uncomfortable. Just then, his phone suddenly started ringing.
