When the sharp almond-shaped eyes lifted, glaring at the woman in the mirror, Qin Mu's breathing was laced with fury.
"I understand!"
Mu Yichen, having just finished his phone call, glanced at the bathroom again, thinking, Are you not coming out yet?
"Your father was merely consulting with you."
No decisions have been made.
"What's there to consult about with this sort of thing? I'm not the head of the Qin Family."
Qin Mu glanced at the man speaking by the door, her tone fierce and emotionless, cutting him off with a single sentence.
Mu Yichen sighed helplessly, leaning against the door for a long while, remaining silent until eventually letting out a bitter chuckle.
As Qin Mu walked out, she shot him a glare, seeing his face caught between a smile and restraint, and then, in a swift movement, gracefully snatched the phone from his hand, striding towards the outside.
"Hey, Mrs. Mu, that's going too far!"
Mu Yichen leaned there, finally breaking into laughter once she left.
