Qin Mu dressed beautifully today, the only thing off was her somewhat dispirited face.
When they returned home, the children were already asleep. Mu Zihao and the old master were in the living room, drinking tea and watching the news. They looked up at the sound of their footsteps.
"Grandpa! Dad! We're back! Why are you still awake so late?"
Qin Mu asked softly.
"Mm! Just watching the news for a bit longer. Did you two go to Jing Feng's place?"
Mu Zihao asked her in a lenient tone.
"Mm!"
Qin Mu nodded.
"A bit tired, we're heading upstairs first!"
Mu Yichen didn't engage in pleasantries, just said a word to the elders, then casually raised his hand to land on Qin Mu's waist beside him, naturally holding her as they walked towards the stairs.
The father and son watched the harmonious backs of the couple, subconsciously exchanging a glance, and vaguely smiled, as if their eyes were saying, have they reconciled?
