A Far-Fetched Excuse
Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio
On Sunday morning, when Yun Xi was out running, she saw a figure leaning against a car in the distance before she'd even gotten to a sentry post.
From his posture, it was obvious that he had been waiting for her.
As soon as she got close, Mu Feichi opened his car door and said, "Get in!"
"Where are we going?" Yun Xi looked at Mu Feichi in bewilderment.
"I'm taking you to the Chen family's house."
"This early?" Yun Xi thought about it for a while, then frowned slightly.
"At this time, the old Madame probably hasn't even gotten up yet. Young Marshal Mu, if you have something to do now, you should take care of you first. You don't have to specifically come pick me up. The eldest son will come and pick me up later."
At the mention of Chen Yichen, Mu Feichi's face suddenly sank.
"You want him to come and pick you up so desperately? But you are unwilling to let me take you?"