Qin Mu raised his eyes, his defiant gaze barging into the deep black of Yichen's, silently looking up at him.
It was as if she was waiting for a verdict, her breath oppressively subdued, not uttering half a word.
Mu Yichen's dark eyes fixed on her, and after roughly a minute he finally murmured softly, "Whether you want me to handle this matter or not, I will give you an accurate answer as soon as possible. As for what you plan to do, I won't interfere, just listen, okay?"
Qin Mu was now certain that he had personally gone to the cemetery and, from what he said, was already finding people to help with the investigation. However, she suddenly felt that she didn't need to say anything.
She just quietly reached out her hand to his solid waist, slowly rising up as she hugged him, pressing against his warm chest.
The room was still very quiet when she whispered, "Mu Yichen, if I become bad, will you really still want me?"
"You want to compete with me in being bad?"
