Mu Zhiyan nodded his head calmly and walked into the room.
Qiao Anran was embarrassed.
It was true that because of the arrival of the Mu Zhiyan, the venue of the wedding, which had been so lively with great difficulty, had become the exclusive venue of the overbearing president.
The surrounding atmosphere seemed to have become deathly silent because of the arrival of Mu Zhiyan.
Qiao Anran raised his eyebrows and waved at Mu Zhiyan to signal him to come over.
Mu Zhiyan lazily put her hand into her pocket. Her thin and pretty face had a faint smile. The moment she walked to Qiao Anran, she suddenly to Qiao Anran, he suddenly stopped in his tracks and cold voice," Did you sleep well last night?"
"Not bad." Qiao Anran coldly replied. He held his arm and subconsciously walked to the side.
