The two people were so indifferent, each eating their own bowl of rice.
The grains of rice, originally so fragrant, were now so hard to swallow.
Sometimes the man seems so understanding, but...
Qin Mu quietly looked up at him, then helplessly lowered her eyes, continuing to eat the dinner Mu prepared with the feeling of chewing wax.
Knowing how rare such an opportunity had become, she should have been in the mood to feast, but facing his indifferent face, this meal was destined to sit heavy in her stomach.
After dinner, Qin Mu didn't attempt to leave, seeing Mu Yichen also had no intention of returning, she simply stayed.
Feng Fanghua and Mu Zihao took the children home, but didn't make many calls to disturb them.
Now, the elders were hoping for the two to have some alone time.
This way, their chances of reconciling would be greater.
In the eyes of the elders, husband and wife sleeping together usually resolved everything.
It had seemed that way in the past every time.
