Liao Ang couldn't help but turn on the music. As soon as he started humming along, Mu Qing said in a deep voice: "Turn it off."
Liao Ang dared not speak out in anger, so he could only turn off the music and speed up the car in frustration.
"You're already speeding in the city."
Liao Ang took a deep breath, this woman is really scary!
You don’t even open your eyes to know it!
"Liao Ang, you are still as restless as before."
When Liao Ang took a deep breath, Mu Qing spoke again.
"It's okay." Liao Ang replied angrily.
"I will consider letting you leave Yan City for a while to deal with other problems." After a pause, Mu Qing continued.
Liao Ang's eyes widened: "But Sister Yiyue has given me other instructions."
"I will tell Sister Yiyue that there cannot be no people in Westport, and it is time for you to practice."
When he heard that he was going to Sihanoukville, Liao Ang felt bad.
In such a chaotic place, Sihanoukville is really not a harmonious society. Any danger you can think of will happen every day in Sihanoukville. This is not surprising. Isn't it very dangerous for a young boy like him to go there?
!
"Sister Qing, you are going to push me into the fire pit!"
"Five years ago, I had free access to Liao Ang in Sihanoukville."
Hearing what Mu Qing said, Liao Ang couldn't help but sigh heavily: "But my father is not Mu..."
"shut up."
Liao Ang stopped talking, but he was obviously in a bad mood.
He really didn't want to go to that place. Although he knew that nothing big would happen if he went there, it wouldn't necessarily be a big thing without a small thing...
The two of them looked at each other in silence. When the car arrived at Binhu Guildhall, Mu Qing got out of the car with her bag in hand.
"The housekeeper here will come to pick you up, I'll leave first."
Liao Ang didn't plan to send Mu Qing off. In short, he didn't want to see Mu Qing, the god of plague, now.
"Go back and pack your things. I will notify you of the departure time."
Mu Qing looked at Liao Ang with a cold expression on his face.
Liao Ang couldn't help but sigh heavily.
Now he can only place his hope on Sister Yiyue...
"Don't even think about complaining to the boss. She still has a lot of things to do, so don't bother her with your trivial matters." Mu Qing's voice became even colder as if he had read Liao Ang's thoughts.
"You are trying to drive me to death!"
After saying that, Liao Ang stepped on the accelerator and drove away.
Mu Qing looked at the car driving away and suddenly raised the corner of his mouth.
How could she let her youngest brother go to such a dangerous place? It was just to scare her.
"Hello, are you Miss Qing?"
A gentle voice that made Mu Qing feel familiar, as if it had awakened her long-lasting memories, suddenly sounded behind her...
Mu Qing's body stiffened and he unconsciously clenched the big bag in his hand.
"My wife told me that you would arrive at this time. I just saw the alarm at home warning that a strange vehicle had entered the private area of the club, so I came to take a look."
The man was still talking, his voice gentle and warm, giving people a feeling of spring breeze.
"I am the steward of the Binhu Club, Lord."
"Lord."
While Lord introduced himself, Mu Qing silently recited the name that had been buried deep in his heart.
