Qin Wan lifted his eyes to look at him, did not struggle, and showed no expression.
The sarcasm at the bottom of his eyes intensified even more.
His thin lips slightly parted, his voice low and faint, "Let's talk inside."
Entering the villa, they walked through a short stretch of pebble path.
At the entrance to the living room, Su Zhicheng's gaze swept over Qin Wan and onto Mu Shaochen.
Seeing his unpleasant face, Su Zhicheng said stiffly, "We were just waiting for you."
Mu Shaochen didn't speak; he just cast his eyes downwards at Qin Wan.
He directly took her hand and bypassed Su Zhicheng into the living room.
Su Zhicheng watched Mu Shaochen holding Su Qing's hand, pursed his lips, then started to follow them.
There were many people in the living room, yet not a single one spoke.
The atmosphere was oppressive.
Hearing footsteps, several pairs of eyes turned toward them.
Su Yushan's gaze landed on Mu Shaochen and Qin Wan, his expression unchanged.
