For Yao Mingyue, who was stubborn when Xu Musen was jealous.
And for An Nuannuan, who silently watched Xu Musen's back.
At this moment, Xu Musen himself was also like this.
That kind of stubbornness, paranoia, and hidden madness that sees no one else but the other person.
Sick... sick!
They're all sick!!
Zhao Lianmai's lips parted, but she couldn't say a word. Suddenly, she felt like these three people were from the same ward, and everyone else was just a part of their play!
"Xiao Mai, can you help me with something?" Xu Musen took a step forward.
Zhao Lianmai instinctively stepped back, looking at him with a bit of fear: "Tell me, no need to come closer."
Xu Musen smiled, handed her the car keys from his waist: "There's something in the trunk. When the time is right, bring it out."
"What is it... and for whom?"
"You will know when the time comes."
Xu Musen smiled and waved.
The lights in the hall suddenly dimmed.
On the stage, two spotlights shone down.
