"He still has a personal cup here?"
Mu Yichen frowned, even though his voice wasn't loud.
"Xiaomei has one too, are you going to get jealous?"
Qin Mu looked up at him, gently caressing his neck with her hand, her soft gaze questioning him.
"Yes!"
Mu Yichen's brows furrowed.
He didn't care whether Xiaomei had her personal cup here, but Jian Yan was a different matter.
Seeing him leave, Qin Mu had no choice but to follow: "Dear, please don't get angry over this, okay?"
Starting a cold war just after they'd arrived in Paris was truly unwise.
Qin Mu quickly caught up and grabbed his arm, looking up at him pleadingly.
The calling of "dear" was what made Mu Yichen stop in his tracks.
She held his arm, looking into his dark eyes: "Can we discuss this matter later? We just took a long flight back, how about we get something to eat and then rest?"
Mu Yichen let out a helpless sigh: "If I were you, I'd throw that man's stuff out of here immediately."
