The Boss’s temper was well-known. If you interrupted him, there could only be one outcome.
Imagining his own tragic fate, Liu Hu had already mentally lit a candle for himself. But he couldn’t help sneaking glances towards the sofa. There was no way any of their teammates could have imagined this scenario.
"I’ll go back to my room first," An Ran said awkwardly, nudging Mu Xingfeng’s arm.
Liu Hu picked up the documents from the floor and quickly approached An Ran, standing at attention with a sharp salute. "Hello, sister-in-law, I’m here to deliver documents to Captain Mu. I’ll leave right away."
After saying that, he placed the documents on the table and sprinted out.
Little rascal, guess you ran fast enough.
Mu Xingfeng’s eyes held a trace of amusement, replaying Liu Hu’s "sister-in-law" in his mind. He even began to look forward to having his entire team address his little girl like that.
"Let’s go to bed," he said, standing up and pulling the little girl along. It seemed he was in a good mood.
Back in the room, Mu Xingfeng rummaged through the wardrobe for a while, finally taking out a set of his own loungewear and tossing it to An Ran. "Go take a shower first."
An Ran looked at the men’s loungewear in her arms, then glanced at the wardrobe. "Aren’t there women’s clothes?"
She had clearly seen several pieces of women’s sleepwear, probably sent over by Mu Xingfeng’s sister along with other things yesterday.
Mu Xingfeng rubbed his forehead, somewhat helplessly. "Those won’t fit you."
An Ran was puzzled. Clearly, the clothes were meant for her. Why wouldn’t they fit? Even if they weren’t a perfect fit, they should be better than men’s clothes. Considering Mu Xingfeng’s height of 1.86 meters, wearing his shirt would almost turn into a dress on her.
When she came to the wardrobe and saw the sleepwear inside, her face turned red immediately.
She was certain. They definitely wouldn’t fit. Although they were women’s sleepwear, they were all silk camisole nightdresses, and there were even...
An Ran, embarrassed, hugged the clothes she was holding and dashed into the bathroom. Damn it.
On second thought, Instructor Mu really was a gentleman.
At this moment, the supposed gentleman was standing by the wardrobe, secretly grinding his teeth at the sight of the women’s sleepwear.
When An Ran came out after showering, she saw Mu Xingfeng drying his damp hair.
"Instructor Mu, they all say you were shot. Can you show me where the injury is?" This was something she had been dying to know. Over the past few days, she had carefully observed Mu Xingfeng. His limbs didn’t show any signs of injury, and he always avoided her while showering. She seemed to have a clue about where he was shot.
Mu Xingfeng paused in his hair-drying, a mischievous smile curling at the corner of his lips. "To fulfill my duty as a boyfriend, I can accommodate this tiny request."
An Ran’s face flushed instantly. Instructor Mu sure knew how to tease.
But that didn’t make her back down. She nodded. "Alright, let me see."
This time, it was Mu Xingfeng’s turn to be stunned. He never expected his little girl to play by her own rules.
"But you have to take responsibility for any consequences from what you see."
He added, wrapping his arm around her waist warningly.
An Ran pushed his arm away, crossed her arms over her chest, and nodded. "Okay."