Qin Mu's heart skipped a beat, but he subconsciously avoided the topic.
"What are you doing? What time is it over there in the afternoon? Are you with Jian Yan?"
"Why so many questions? I'm... tidying up the house."
She glanced at the bed and casually lied.
"Mrs. Mu, your home is in Rongcheng, not Paris."
"Why did you call me in the first place? If there's nothing else, I'm hanging up."
Qin Mu couldn't stand him bossing her around on the phone.
"Just talk to me some more, say anything, it's fine."
In his frustration, he still managed to retain a bit of reason to soothe her.
"You're not really sick, are you? Have you taken your medicine? If you're feeling unwell, go have some water."
Her heart rose to her throat; he sounded quite serious.
"You finally remember to care whether I live or die! Hmm!"
Qin Mu's thoughts flashed back.
"Mu Yichen, what are you up to?"
"Hanging up!"
How could he do this, mocking and taunting her over the phone.
