If it's Mu Shuoqian, smoothing things over for the Chen Family wouldn't be a problem.
But what worries her is that this matter is actually related to him.
When Mu Shuoqian returned from the outside, as soon as he entered the house, he smelled the fragrance of the cooked food. He couldn't help but lift the corners of his lips. When he lived alone before, the house was so empty it almost had no signs of life; he never came back to eat, nor could he smell the scent of home cooking, treating it merely as a shelter from the storm.
In the kitchen, Gu Qili was wearing an apron, with cotton gloves on her hands, carefully taking down a soup pot. A waft of meaty aroma struck her nose, she took a whiff and showed a satisfied smile.
As she looked up, she saw Mu Shuoqian standing at the kitchen door. Her eyes curved into a smile and she said, "You're back?"
"Mhm." He responded indifferently, casually draping his coat over the back of a chair.
