Mu Yichen looked at her instinctively, then lowered his head to continue eating.
For some reason, he suddenly felt extremely hungry.
It must be because she stole the covers again last night, so he got so cold that he caught a fever. A grown man getting fevers all the time, he even despised himself for it.
Meanwhile, the wind and snow outside started up once more.
After lunch, Qin Mu went to the study and called Feng Fanghua: "Mom, shouldn't you come back earlier? I'm afraid the snow will get thicker."
"If it gets thick, we won't come back. Watching you two cold war at home is annoying! We're at the pharma factory, don't worry, bye!"
Feng Fanghua didn't seem keen to chat, and hung up after a few words.
Qin Mu stared at her phone dumbfounded; Feng Fanghua was straightforward to the point it made her seem cute.
With a helpless chuckle, she thought, haven't you and Dad ever had a cold war? Yet we always dutifully return home for meals.
