At this moment, Mu Jingnan, who was on the road to Situ Yunshu's apartment, let his phone ring repeatedly.
He never answered.
He knew who was calling him.
But right now, his mind was in turmoil, unable to think about anything other than Situ Yunshu.
The ringtone continued to echo inside the car.
The black Maybach quietly parked below Situ Yunshu's apartment building. Mu Jingnan had just unfastened his seatbelt and looked up to see Jiang Nan carefully supporting Situ Yunshu in front.
Between Situ Yunshu and Jiang Nan, there was a kind of intimacy that others found hard to penetrate.
Their gazes, filled with warmth, revealed a mutual understanding and profound emotions intertwined together.
It was something unmatched by anyone else.
The action of getting out of the car just paused abruptly.
It was as if he had been cast into a spell, frozen in place.
