1755, Should we tell Lord Buddha Yu?
To prevent Ah Biao from waking up halfway, Mu Anran undid his belt, restrained his hands and feet, and dragged him to a chair.
After finishing all this, she was already covered in sweat, exhausted.
Mu Anran directly took out a miniature camera from her handbag and aimed it at Ah Biao:
"From now on, whatever I ask you, you just obediently answer, got it?"
The dazed Ah Biao had no ability to judge at this moment, and whatever questions were asked by the ear, he just obediently answered.
Upon hearing Mu Anran's voice, he nodded obediently, without any hesitation.
"That's more like it!"
Mu Anran patted him twice on the head and then officially started recording...
***
The bar street.
"How is it? Did you see Mumu?"
When Song Yan came running out of the bar, out of breath, he saw Lin Guanguan standing anxiously by the roadside.
Lin Guanguan, with Mu Shaojing's coat draped over her shoulders, shook her head helplessly: "No!"
"Damn!"
