On Qin Mu's way home, it was snowing outside, so she drove very slowly. By the time she arrived, it was almost half-past ten.
For some reason, this casual snowfall on such a stressful day actually made her feel much more at ease.
Qin Haiming told her not to worry about this matter. Qin Haiming said, "It seems someone is deliberately trying to use fabrication to reverse the truth. I'll handle this; you and Yichen don't need to be involved."
Whether a businessman or a designer, their negative impact wouldn't involve too many interests, but Qin Haiming—she knew—could not handle this matter.
When Qin Mu returned home, Mu Yichen was smoking at the door waiting for her. Qin Mu guessed it was probably because of the newspaper issue.
After getting out of the car, Qin Mu walked over to him, her hands in her coat pockets for warmth, carrying her bag.
"I'm back!"
Qin Mu said standing at the door, then put her hands inside his bathrobe. Inside was warm, making her heart feel warm too.
