"The power of the Yan Family is far scarier than you imagine, be careful." Ye Moran said lightly.
"Thank you for the warning." Mu Yiliang smiled faintly and reached to open the car door.
"Let me drive you back." Ye Moran stopped her, "It's not a good time to get a cab now. Even if you've started to dislike me, I still can't bear to see you standing on the roadside, freezing."
Mu Yiliang hesitated for a moment and withdrew her hand, "Thank you, then."
She just wanted to get home quickly.
"Address?" The man got out of the car and went to the driver's seat.
"I don't believe you don't know." Mu Yiliang snorted lightly.
Ye Moran chuckled softly, did not ask further, started the car, and indeed headed in the right direction.
"You came out at night; won't your husband notice?" Ye Moran asked while driving, looking rather cheerful as he chatted with her.
"I'll say it again, it's! None! Of! Your! Business!" Mu Yiliang said word by word.
