Zhou Yiru accompanied her.
Sure enough, as soon as the main house door opened, bright lights shone outside where two or three figures stood by a dilapidated wooden door.
A few cars had also stopped, their headlights shining brightly, directly facing Zhou Yiru's Panamera.
Seeing that someone finally opened the door, the old man sighed in relief, "Finally woke you up! Is it Mu Wanqing? Someone is looking for you!"
Mu Wanqing's heart raced, still somewhat confused.
Although she did not yet know who was looking for her, deep down she already had an answer.
Except for Wen Zhan, no one else would come knocking at this bitterly cold and windy hour after midnight!
Her mind was in shock as she walked to the door, quickly devising strategies to cope.
That guy had driven through the rain for four or five hours and arrived here late at night—his anger must be terrifying!
She dared not think about what would happen next!