"Instructor Mu, I..."
"An Ran, can you wait for me a little longer? I need to finish this document."
As soon as she started speaking, Mu Xingfeng interrupted her. An Ran looked at Mu Xingfeng engrossed in his work, nodded, and picked up her water cup, taking small sips with her head lowered.
Beside her, Mu Xingfeng's palms were already sweaty. No one would have thought that Mu Xingfeng, known as the Cold-faced Yama among the Guard Team, would be afraid of what a little girl might say at this moment.
What does she want to say to me? Didn't my explanation just now suffice? Does she still want a divorce, to break off this relationship?
If she really says it, what should I do? Continue to act shamelessly?
For a moment, the atmosphere in the air seemed to freeze. Although the two were sitting there without disturbing each other, something seemed about to happen.
"Ring... ring..."
Mu Xingfeng's phone rang.
