Qiao Yi instinctively sat up straight, his back stiff with nerves as he chuckled: "I'm just speaking my mind, you don't have to silence me permanently, right?"
"What's the point in killing you? I'll be going to Paris in a few days, so please take care of things here,"
Mu Yichen lowered his head to look at the documents in his hand. Getting angry or impatient now was pointless. Stimulated by Qiao Yi, his mood actually became much more calm, and then he started to talk business with him.
"Going to Paris? What for?"
"Business trip!"
"Oh! Leaving Xiaomu behind on a business trip, can you bear it?"
"She is going there to prepare for the fashion show!"
Qiao Yi's eyes slowly widened, but he didn't say anything. He thought, 'What business trip? You're just going to accompany Xiaomu!'
"But Paris is indeed a special place for you two. It's like a pre-honeymoon for you."
"Have you ever seen anyone honeymoon at their own doorstep?"
