Mu Yichen never felt that there was anything between him and his wife that needed someone else to convey. After they all left, he carefully closed the lid of the box again. This time, his fingers gently caressed the four words on the corner of the lid.
Mrs. Mu's Work!
Mu Yichen's sharp, deep eyes slightly squinted as his thumb gently rubbed over those words, as if he was caressing someone's face, with undeniable tenderness.
Later, the expression in his eyes grew more and more satisfied, and a faint smile hung at the corner of his lips as he picked up his phone to send a message to Mrs. Mu.
Qin Mu had gone to the restaurant with colleagues to eat. She was biting into a piece of sweet and sour pork, unsure of what to do because it was too hot. Seeing Mu Yichen's message come in, she guessed it was from him, so she gently placed the pork back on her plate, then grabbed a napkin to wipe her mouth before picking up her phone.
