"Miss!"
Uncle Zhang greeted her, and Qin Mu nodded toward him before Uncle Zhang returned to the car, and Qin Haiming stood there with her.
It was an early autumn evening and had already become somewhat cool.
The wind brushed against her face, and it was itching, whether because of the morning's makeup or the weather, but she remained as stubborn as ever.
"How about father and daughter have a meal together?"
"I'm not free!"
Her voice was indifferent as she moved to open her own car.
"Mumu,— I heard you've moved back into the Mu Family's house. It's still uncertain whether the Mu Family can be trusted, don't you want to listen to your closest elder's thoughts?"
Qin Haiming stopped her, struggling internally before deciding to share his thoughts with her.
People say that leaders are often distrustful, and now Qin Mu realized this was absolutely true.
"It's not necessary. I'm clear on how the Mu Family treats me. As for you..."
