Mu Shaochen had anticipated her reaction, his lips curling lazily, "This afternoon, Qin Shumei went to see Grandma. If you ask Grandma, she might not tell you the truth. Fasten my seat belt for me, and I'll tell you the absolute truth."
"..."
Qin Wan took out her phone, ready to make a call.
Mu Shaochen still stubbornly turned his body to look at her, "Letting you talk to your brother."
"When?"
Qin Wan's movement to dial the phone paused.
She turned her gaze to look into his deep eyes.
Mu Shaochen cockily raised an eyebrow, his slender finger pointing at his own seat belt.
Qin Wan gritted her teeth.
Leaning over, she pulled over the seat belt next to him to buckle him in.
Their distance suddenly closed, their breaths intertwining. Mu Shaochen's eyes and brows softened, his lips slightly upturned as he watched her delicate fingers move in front of him.
Her creamy, jade-like cheeks were within arm's reach, just a bow of his head away from her lips.
"Wanwan."
