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[69 Book Bar - www.] "Hello, Teacher Liu." Mu Anyou answered the phone and said hello politely, but in the next moment, he was confused and the phone almost slipped from his hand...

"Anyou, what's wrong?" A colleague next to her was the first to notice something strange about her, and hurriedly took a few steps forward to her side and asked with concern.

"I have something urgent at home, so I have to take a step forward. Could you please tell the manager when you see her later? Thank you very much."

Xu Shimu Anyou's anxious and pale face shocked her colleagues. She nodded repeatedly and comforted her not to worry too much.

After hurriedly saying goodbye to several colleagues, grabbing her bag, and not even bothering to change out of her work clothes, Mu Anyou ran out of the door almost in panic and stood on the roadside, swinging her arms up and down to stop the taxi.

City A is famous for its traffic jams, and it is also famous for the difficulty of getting a taxi, especially during the rush hours after get off work.

She stamped her feet anxiously. For her at this time, every minute and every second was torture.

"Chi" made a slight friction sound, and a white Bentley slowly stopped in front of him. The window rolled down, revealing Zhan Aofan's expressionless face: "Get in the car." A faint voice spread from the car.

Mu Anyou was startled, reality defeated her reason, she opened the door and stepped into the back seat.

"Where are you going?" As if he could see her anxiety, Zhan Aofan didn't bother to ask what happened and went straight to the point.

"The Fifth People's Hospital." Mu An replied absentmindedly, her eyes fixed on the crowds of fans and vehicles outside the car window, feeling uneasy.

After Zhan Aofan heard the address she reported, he was startled for a moment, and then returned to his original calmness. He raised his eyes slightly, and through the rearview mirror, he saw the sweat oozing out of her, covering her forehead and temples.

The hair on his side was wet, and his originally pale face was now even more colorless.

"Sit tight." The low and hoarse voice spread out.

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