"Just because I let Qin Haiming go out for dinner tonight?"
"Yes!"
She lifted her eyes to look at him, and the two stared stubbornly at each other, filled with hatred, pain, and a persistent void in their hearts.
"Fine, you sign an agreement with me, and then I will let you go," he said.
He suddenly let go of her and stepped back, his voice softening but still deep.
Qin Mu just looked at him stubbornly, as if dust were silently settling throughout the room.
He conceded too quickly, but still, no one knew how long the standoff lasted, one sitting on the couch, the other standing by the door, until the maid came up to knock: Young Master, the lady asks for you to come down.
Qin Mu's eyelashes trembled slightly, yet she remained seated on the couch, motionless.
Mu Yichen lifted his tired eyes and then followed downstairs.
