"Who's after your life? I just want to talk to Qin Mu!"
Qin Mingzhu wouldn't call Qin Mu "sister," yet she let go of Qin Mu's hand, her body still leaning in Qin Mu's direction.
Mu Yichen and Qin Haiming kept their heads down, acting like they were invisible.
"Then if you're traveling for work, I'll come visit you!"
Qin Mu had no choice but to say it, even though she was super reluctant.
"Really? I knew you weren't that heartless. When I go home, I'll tell my in-laws to prepare delicious food for you!"
Qin Mingzhu, happy like a child, beamed at Qin Mu coquettishly.
Qin Mu...
"Mingzhu, there's no need to rush and have your family buy groceries now. By then, we can arrange for the best chef in Beijing to bring ingredients to your house and cook."
Wang Huanyu had no choice but to offer a reminder.
The rain outside was still drizzling lazily. Qin Mu grew a little exasperated—it was all being made to sound like a state banquet.
