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Private island.
Late at night, a sudden downpour.
Mu Jingnan was awakened by the sound of raindrops hitting the window.
He opened his eyes and glanced at Situ Yunshu in his arms, fortunately, she hadn't been disturbed.
Outside, lightning flashed and thunder roared, suddenly, the phone rang.
In this stormy night, it added a touch of eeriness.
He gently released Situ Yunshu, picked up the phone, glanced at the screen, and Mu Jingnan tightly pressed his lips together, then got up and left the bedroom.
On the other end, Chen Xun's voice was unusually anxious, "Second Young Master, you and the young madam must leave immediately! We've just received the latest intelligence, mercenaries are planning to attack."
Clearly, this was a premeditated assassination.
That they would hire mercenaries showed just how much they hated Situ Yunshu.
Mu Jingnan pondered for a moment, "Alright, arrange the escape route immediately."
