Qin Mu watched her walk out from the office door, her gaze growing colder.
Yang Qin also felt as if Qin Mu's eyes were killing her, her back feeling like it had been slashed multiple times, leaving it utterly ravaged.
"Misunderstanding!"
Mu Yichen, seeing Qin Mu infuriated, spoke immediately after Yang Qin left, his words firm and crisp.
Qin Mu, however, couldn't muster a smile, seeing his wronged expression; she felt extremely furious inside.
"Misunderstanding? What did I misunderstand? Just tell me!"
Qin Mu coldly stared at him, taking her bag from her shoulder and throwing it towards him.
Mu Yichen instinctively reached to catch her bag, but wasn't quick enough, feeling the sting of the bag's strap against the corner of his eye.
"Ah! Are you planning to murder me without hearing my explanation? You better think it through!"
Mu Yichen, seeing her looking around for something to throw, quickly warned her and jumped to the other side of the bed.
