"Ye Moran!" Mu Yiliang hurriedly jumped out of bed, pulled open the window, and looked outside. Sure enough, not far away was Ye Moran's Lamborghini!
She lowered her face and said to the person on the other end of the phone, "What exactly do you want to do?"
"Don't worry, your husband left long ago." The man laughed low, but when he said "your husband," there was a hint of gritted teeth.
Mu Yiliang pressed her lips together, knowing this man's nasty behavior. If she didn't go out to see him today, he would definitely wait until Yan Sijue came back.
She said coldly, "You'll wait!" Then she hung up the phone viciously.
If it were six months ago, if this man had suddenly appeared at her doorstep in the morning to wait for her, she would have been overjoyed.
But now, Ye Moran's actions only made her feel ridiculous.
Generally speaking, if this man wanted to see her, there was only one situation: he needed something from her.
