977. My Dear Wife
Lu Feng turned around and left the office, constantly feeling a prickling sensation on his back as if he was being watched.
He could even sense the sharp, icy gaze of Yu Lingqian.
After Lu Feng left, Yu Lingqian stared pensively at the phone beside him.
He weighed his options.
Picking up his phone, he toyed with it for a while, seemingly hesitating over something.
But after some thought, he chose to make the call and dialed Mu Anran's number.
Inside Beiyujing Villa, Mu Anran was taking a walk in the garden.
She was startled to see Madam Lin approaching with a phone, "Ma'am, it's the gentleman's call."
Mu Anran's eyes flickered slightly as she took the call, "Hello?"
Yu Lingqian's lips curled slightly; Mu Anran's voice was gentle and pleasant, inexplicably comforting him: "Are you home alone?"
Mu Anran laughed, "There's Madam Lin, and the baby in my belly."
"Want to come to my office?"
Mu Anran frowned, "Aren't you busy with work? Are you free today?"
