In the living room, Mu Yan stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, holding her phone while talking.
The night was deep, and her usually clear eyes were now profound.
"Brother Song, I know this action of mine is a bit capricious, but since they don't believe in me, why should I wrong myself to accommodate them?"
"Money can be earned again, but dignity cannot be lost."
"Brother Song, I'm sorry to trouble you."
Mu Yan hung up the phone and turned around to see Jiang Jingheng standing behind her, holding a glass of juice.
She walked towards him, took the juice, and asked, "Where's your glass?"
He looked at her, a hint of amusement spreading in his light brown eyes, "You feed me."
Mu Yan held the glass to his lips, and Jiang Jingheng took a sip.
"Let's go eat," Mu Yan said, preparing to head to the dining room, but he pulled her back.
She turned her head to see a handsome face approaching, and before she could react, her lips were kissed.
