C222 There Was No Room for Negotiation

Mu Niannian was suppressed by the pressure and could only sit in the car. Mu Niannian tilted her head to one side uneasily. In her mind, she could not help but think of that night when the man's silk shirt was under the soul-stirring. What should she do if Kin Hanchuan recalled something?

The cold black Rolls-Royce stopped at the entrance of the Morning Light Hospital