Imperial Commander: His Pretty Wife Is Spoiled Rotten



Two hours later, the group emerged from the visitation room.

The expression on Mu Feichi’s face was a little cold, and his brow was tightly furrowed. His cold, seemingly calm eyes hid countless undercurrents.

As if he felt a gaze on him, he looked up at the car under the tree and met Yun Xi’s worried gaze.

He tilted his head slightly and instructed Qi Yuan beside him. He walked to the car and opened the door to the front passenger seat.

“So, did you get anything out of him?”

Yun Xi spoke eagerly as soon as he was seated.