Yang Qianxi watched Xiaomei take coffee to the back, feeling as if needles were pricking her heart.
Qin Mu simply lifted his gaze unintentionally and, having seen that scene, just buried his head back into his work.
Qin Mu knew in his heart that letting Yang Qianxi simply walk away like that would be inappropriate, so, how should he manage the aftermath?
These matters now didn't permit time for careful consideration, because a car had quickly arrived from out of town and pulled up directly to the front of their studio.
Mu Yichen was standing by a first-floor window of the studio, smoking, when he noticed three women getting out of the pricey luxury car, his brows unconsciously narrowing slightly.
"Is this the place?" said one of the slender women, dressed in a black coat.
"This is it!"
Another woman emerged from the driver's seat, clad in a deep blue coat, and walked towards the inside first.
