In the evening, Qin Mu and Mu Qingxin, taking advantage of the fact that the kids were asleep, got a bottle of red wine. The two of them sat in the living room, with only a floor lamp on, drinking wine and chatting.
"No matter whether you like your assistant or not, just look at the way he looks at you."
Mu Qingxin, holding a wine glass, didn't forget to take out her phone to show Qin Mu the evidence.
Qin Mu glanced at the photo on her phone, remaining calm for a while before furrowing her brows.
"Mu Qingxin, you didn't send these photos to your brother, did you?"
Qin Mu's heart raced, unwilling to believe as she looked at Mu Qingxin.
"Well! What, what's wrong? My brother can't see them?"
"You, I might as well strangle you!"
Seeing her stuttering, Qin Mu sighed even though she eventually admitted it. She thought, if Mu Yichen saw these photos, he might inexplicably use them to torture her one day.
