Qin Mu now wouldn't casually call Zhang Rujia's name in front of him; the deceased should be respected, especially since Qin Haiming is in poor health, so she pays special attention.
"But her mother's death has nothing to do with you, and..."
Qin Haiming frowned, reached out to put down the bowl, and lightly pinched his thumb and forefinger together.
"Do you also suspect it's related to her, don't you?"
Qin Mu suddenly felt that Qin Haiming shared her thoughts.
"Yes!"
Qin Haiming admitted sullenly.
Qin Mu's sharp eyes lowered, her long lashes hiding the expression in her eyes.
For a moment, the living room fell silent. Qin Haiming thought for a while and then looked up at her: "Be careful in every aspect. If she just wants to compete with you in design, that's fine. But if there's more to it, does Mu Yichen often pick you up?"
"You don't need to worry about me, I just wanted you to know about this."
Qin Mu realized he was worried about her and quickly explained.
