An Ying walked up, his face stern and devoid of joy, "Lady Wen, please go!"
To be honest, Mu Qian letting her off so easily took Wen Jiaren by surprise. She thought at the very least, he would severely torment her in order to live up to his reputation as a cold-blooded demon. However, his words were unexpected. It was clear that he now hated her, but it was merely a verbal warning, and he did not actually want to hurt her.
This man... was different from the cold-blooded demon she had imagined!
Wen Jiaren's clear eyes gazed at the man in front of her, her voice slightly apologetic, "Mr. Mu..."
She had just begun to speak when Mu Qian coldly cut her off, "Get out!"
He seemed not to want to look at her any longer. Wen Jiaren bowed slightly to him, "Regarding Mu Xiao, I am very sorry, but I hope Mr. Mu will allow me to stay for a while longer, until I am sure that Mu Xiao's health has fully recovered without relapse."
"I said, get out!"
