Mu Qingxin blinked her eyes: "Which button on the shirt is broken? My brother has plenty of shirts, actually, you don't have to fix it, right?"
"Dinner!"
Mu Yichen didn't even lift an eyelid.
After Qin Mu sat down, everyone started eating again, and Mu Qingxin was still blinking at her.
Since they were sitting next to each other, Mu Qingxin, with chopsticks in hand resting against her temple, kept throwing suggestive glances at Qin Mu, and then whispered in her ear: "Why are the corners of your lips so red? Did something burst them?"
"Mu Qingxin!"
It was just across from Qin Mu; the voice wasn't loud, but Mu Yichen heard it clearly.
Qin Mu was already feeling embarrassed, and after Mu Qingxin's comment, her hand trembled, but fortunately, she didn't drop her chopsticks, otherwise she would have definitely gotten a disdainful look.
