"Hmm, then drink some soup. Once you're discharged, you can have some wine."
Mu Wan's lips curved into a sweet smile as she proactively served a bowl of bone soup to the old man.
Old Mr. Qin eagerly eyed the delicious bone soup. If only it paired with a little wine, it would be perfect.
"Alright, I'll do as you say. Sigh, getting old and still being controlled, life's tough..."
Mu Wan held back her smile and saw the old man's phone ring, signaling him to answer it.
The old man took the phone from Mu Wan and, hearing the servant's words on the other end, puffed his cheeks and widened his eyes.
"What, can't find it? Someone took it? In this world, who dares to steal from me?"
He paused... Old Mr. Qin's expression changed slightly.
In this world, indeed, there's one person who dares to steal from him.
Who else but Qin Mu...
That brat!
"Did anyone from Third Young Master's side return today?"
"Yes, they said they came to get some documents!"
Old Mr. Qin: "..."
