Qin Mu had heard his sweet talk too many times, so she just glanced at his WeChat messages and put them aside without a stir in her heart.
The afternoon went by quickly; Qin Mu wanted to go home after leaving the hotel, but she worried about being seen by the elders. They had just had a big fight last night, and acting like this today... After thinking it over, she turned her car around to the studio. Meanwhile, Mu Yichen was calling her one call after another, even threatening to come over if she didn't respond.
Just thinking about the scene she saw in the hotel made Qin Mu feel nauseous. That woman dared to sit on her bed, and it was even more ridiculous that Mr. Mu, who always claimed to be a germaphobe, didn't say a word when someone was on his bed.
She felt like spitting blood in frustration. The more Qin Mu thought about it, the more depressed she became.
"Just come if you can; finding me would be quite a skill!"
