Baili Mu deeply furrowed his brows but did not get out of the car immediately.
Because he was a prince, security was always of utmost importance. However, today, in order to visit the Ou Lan Family and avoid attracting attention, he had come alone.
The car behind him clearly harbored hostility towards him.
Not knowing the situation, he dared not leave his car recklessly.
But the person in the car behind had already pushed open the door and stepped out, an imposing figure with a robust stride, holding a black umbrella, walking straight to the side of his car and knocking on his window.
Baili Mu had already quietly grasped a gun in his hand.
Yet, when he saw the face of the person outside, he put the gun down again, it was actually Zhan Moxiao.
