Wen Jiaren, who was ordering across Mu Qian, stealthily glanced at him — for some reason his expression was extremely dark despite appearing to be in a good mood initially. Who knew why his expression had turned darker and darker?
Little Mu Xiao didn't seem to notice the change in his father's expression and eagerly pointed at the menu. "This one, and this one, I want to eat this too. Jiaren, after dinner, where should we go next?"
Go out again?
Wen Jiaren genuinely muttered to herself, if they went out again his father would definitely lose his temper.
At that moment, Mu Qian's phone on the table began to ring. It rang a few times before he answered.
His voice was cold, as if not even high temperatures could melt the ice, "What is it?"
Mu Qian seemed to emit a chill, like a cold winter night's breeze that could make one shiver.
Soon after, Wen Jiaren heard the voice on the other end of the phone, which sounded somewhat like Mu Bai.
