Both of them skipped dinner and returned to the apartment.
After the dinner, Huanhuan slept, and she stood alone in front of the glass screen, pondering. Mu Yichen stood behind her, "Don't you have anything to say to me?"
Qin Mu turned her head to look at him, saw his serious expression, and smiled.
"Haven't we already agreed on a secret marriage?"
"That's not what I'm talking about."
He looked at her calmly, his voice was bland, but his attitude made it difficult for anyone to brush off.
"Do you want to know what your mother said to me?"
Mu Yichen did not speak, just looked at her.
"It's nothing but telling me to leave you, which you must have guessed."
"What about the last time you left?"
The tip of Qin Mu's heart trembled as she saw his eyes grow colder. She suddenly realized she really couldn't speak carelessly.
Because if she didn't choose her words carefully, he might strangle her or throw her out of the window.
"Mu Yichen..."
