And her words, without a doubt, had struck a chord in Mu Yichen's heart.
He had no choice but to let her go, and as he released his grip, he said to her, "Come back soon."
Qin Mu looked up at him, suddenly not in such a hurry to leave.
Her stubborn gaze was fixed on him, her hands still placed on her chest from the earlier fright, unmoving. In that moment, the entire house seemed to fall silent, as if a layer of ice had begun forming all around and was slowly encasing them.
"Got it!"
After Qin Mu finished speaking, she walked past his shoulder and left.
Mu Yichen later stood at their bedroom window, watching her drive his car away, his eyes deep and inscrutable.
He even unconsciously pulled out his phone; he had Xiaomei's number.
But recalling the grievances she had suffered from those messy people watching her, he unconsciously put his phone away, his sharp gaze returning to the outdoors.
Zhuo Wen not leaving seemed like something Qin Mu was aware of.
