Qin Mu lowered her head, calmly nibbling on that half apple, and smiled lightly after hearing Grandpa's questioning, then pondered for a moment.
"Grandpa! I made him unhappy first!"
Qin Mu looked up at Grandpa, her eyes genuine, and her words seemed sincere too.
Yet Grandpa, seeing her at this moment, felt even more heartache.
Qin Mu had never complained to him about Mu Yichen, he knew well that his grandson inherited his temperament, how good could he be? It was probably some little matter that pissed him off, making Qin Mu upset, but Qin Mu said nothing, nor could anything be drawn out from his grandson, leaving the old man to helplessly sigh.
"Just the two of you at home?"
Mu Yichen finally walked in, Grandpa instinctively raised his eyes and caught sight of him, while Qin Mu, with her back turned, did not turn around, just gripping the apple, forcefully eating.
