Yan Qianyi hopped out of his embrace. "I can walk by myself."
"Aren't you in a hurry to get to the restroom? Isn't your stomach hurting anymore?" Mu Yunlie looked at her doting smile.
He had seen through her poor acting skills long ago.
"It's not as painful now, but I still need to hurry." Yan Qianyi looked around the garage. "Where's the elevator? Let's go up quick."
Mu Yunlie took her hand and walked towards the elevator.
At the same time, Pei Yuexuan and several of his men had already climbed out from the windows upstairs.
Mu Yunlie's villa was even bigger than the Yan Family's, and it was not in the same league as her small villa.
The minimalist interior style, predominantly white, was highlighted with just a touch of black.
Other than black and white, she could not see any other superfluous color in the house — the feeling of extreme hardness and cold was just like him.
It didn't look like a place where a woman lived at all.
