Mu Yichen sat on one side of her, with a gap big enough for one person to sit between them. However, he didn't move closer, and neither did Qin Mu, although his hand was resting on the back of the sofa, almost touching her shoulder.
Qin Mingzhu: "You said that on purpose, didn't you? You don't want to take care of Dad yourself, so you want me to stay!"
Qin Mu: "You guessed it right! After all, he raised you for so many years, and only had me for a few."
Qin Mingzhu: "You're still resenting Dad and me!"
Then several pictures of people crying and yelling to slay her came through one after another, and Qin Mu couldn't help but chuckle softly as she looked down.
Qin Mu: "If that were the case, would I still be here talking nonsense with you now?"
Qin Mu typed the message and sent it, then glanced up to meet Mu Yichen's gaze. They locked eyes, expressionless, for a few seconds.
Mu Yichen was the same, looking at her wearily, as if she were a familiar stranger.
