Lan Huan curled his lips into a faint smile, "Why are you in such a hurry? Once you bring Xiao Moli here, I'll return your father to you."
"You don't keep your word."
Mu Qing spoke with urgency and remorse, "You clearly said that as long as I brought her to you, you would give my father back to me."
"I did say that, but since you performed your task so well, I've decided to change my mind," Lan Huan narrowed his eyes, sarcastically sizing up An Ziqi.
"I thought Xiao Moli's woman would be much smarter, but turns out she's just a fool."
As he spoke, he gestured to the driver nearby, "Bring An Ziqi over to me."
Mu Qing gritted her teeth and immediately pulled An Ziqi behind her, "You're breaking your promise. I won't let you take her, nor will I bring Xiao Moli here."
Saying that, she attempted to drag An Ziqi outside.
"You want to leave now? It's too late."
Lan Huan sneered coldly, "Mu Qing, have you forgotten about the last courier? Should I help you revisit that memory?"
