"Qin Mu! Actually, I liked you from the first time I saw you!"
She was thinking about that plot when her thoughts were interrupted by a faint remark. Qin Mu instinctively looked at him and, not having heard clearly, asked again, "What did you just say?"
Wang Mingyu, feeling as if her gaze had cut through half his neck, still regained his composure and said resolutely, "If Mu Yichen doesn't want you because of this, I can take responsibility for you!"
"The only thing I need is for you to never appear in front of me again!"
Cold, utterly un-womanlike!
The words came out devoid of emotion—a simple sentence composed of plain words, yet it was incredibly hurtful.
When Wang Mingyu left her place, he couldn't help but look back at the upper floor, unfortunately, he couldn't see where she was sitting.
Qin Mu looked down at her blank piece of drawing paper, then glanced at the trash bin to retrieve the sheet she had thrown away earlier and flattened it out again.
