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After dinner and coaxing Huanhuan to sleep, Qin Mu finally came downstairs.
He was on the sofa watching television, propping his forehead with his hand, looking exhausted.
Qin Mu still decided to talk to him. One should be consistent; if his consent was needed for her arrival, she couldn't just leave without uttering a word.
"Would you like a drink?"
Qin Mu walked over and asked him.
Mu Yichen lifted his eyes but didn't speak, and Qin Mu turned to pour two glasses of red wine from the kitchen.
Mu Yichen's gaze followed and settled on the woman who sat alone on the large sofa, as if unsure of what she suddenly intended to do.
"I..."
She actually found it somewhat difficult to begin, as if by speaking the words, she would be insulting someone.
Subconsciously, her eyes met his dark hawk-like pupils, and she couldn't help touching her dry lips, swiftly saying, "I plan to move out."
Mu Yichen still looked at her with inscrutable eyes, unmoved by her words.
