Qin Mu didn't speak. She didn't know whether she should argue or not. If she argued, she had a lot she could say, but if she didn't, wouldn't she just be misunderstood?
Qin Mu looked at his handsome face, which now bore an angry expression, and suddenly she couldn't bring herself to react otherwise, just gazing up at him.
Mu Yichen slapped the table hard, turned around coldly, and paced back and forth in front of her, as if he wanted to erupt with anger but had to restrain himself.
Qin Mu knew she had made him angry. Finally, she was willing to lower her head, uncertain if she could bear to continue seeing him so enraged.
"What's wrong with you? Do you find it funny to suddenly act like this?"
"The phone is really not with me. Do you have to make such a big fuss because I didn't contact you for one day?"
She said these words tentatively, in a cautious manner.
"Whether the phone is not with you or you deliberately threw it away to avoid my calls, you know better than I do."
