1487. It Won't End Between Us
"What are you talking about? We're just going to block someone, not going up a mountain of knives or down a pot of oil!"
Seeing Mu Anran still in the mood to joke, Ye Tongtong couldn't help but laugh: "Alright, good luck to you guys!"
"Don't worry, leave it to us, we'll handle it well!"
Mu Anran, without a second thought, dragged Song Yan out, since only he knew which hotel Mr. Alexander was staying at.
"Mumu, is this really going to work?" Song Yan had a bitter expression as he was forced into the car by Mu Anran.
"Whether it works or not, we can't lose this deal!"
Mu Anran floored the gas pedal, and the car sped out of the underground garage. "Quick, tell me which hotel?"
Song Yan weakly gave the hotel address, and the two of them, in a white BMW, sped off in that direction.
Meanwhile, after tidying up her desk, Ye Tongtong locked the company's main door, ready to take the elevator.
