"You don't know what I'm angry about? Ask your own heart, when you wanted to find your master, didn't your man have the right to be angry?"
Mu Yichen easily pulled her by the wrist to his side, seating her on his lap, his deep questioning voice condensed the air in the entire space.
Qin Mu lowered her eyes, looking at the man holding her. She always knew his desire for control was very strong.
"Why did you say you wanted to take me to Paris to see Jian Yan the last time he was sick?"
Qin Mu asked again, with a lot of silence in her voice.
Mu Yichen looked into her apricot eyes with his sharp black ones, then let out a slight smile, "Because at that time, you didn't want to run to him."
"You think you've seen through my thoughts, you think you can always see through me in this life, but Mu Yichen, there are times when you misjudge!"
After hearing this, Qin Mu gave a shallow smile, yet it was full of irony, although she didn't know who she was mocking.
