"Miss Jing can't come up with an answer?"
Qin Mu smiled faintly, her keen gaze piercing right into Jing Qing's black pupils.
If before Qin Mu wanted to keep calm and steady, now she only wanted to tear Jing Qing's hypocritical mask to shreds.
Jing Qing looked at her, and for a whole minute, she just smiled in front of her—a smile that was filled with grievance, as if she had been wronged.
During that minute, the atmosphere in the private room was chilly, as if a large syringe had quietly entered the room, secretly drawing away all the warmth.
Jing Feng glanced at Qin Mu, then towards Mu Yichen, and when Mu Yichen also lifted his eyelids to glance at him, he didn't show any reaction.
"I just suddenly remembered that I had some tonics I hadn't brought you, and it just so happened that I was near Yichen's company running an errand at that time—Are you satisfied with this answer?"
