Jian Yan suddenly said something, then took a hard drag of his cigarette.
As Qin Mu was sewing a pearl, she accidentally pricked her finger, and she instinctively held her finger, furrowing her brows.
She watched as a small red bead formed quickly in the middle of her fingertip, that bead far more beautiful and striking than the pearl.
Qin Mu glanced at Jian Yan, whose expression was somewhat serious, but he remained seated without any movement, only his expression grew more stern as he watched her.
Qin Mu knew he was disappointed in her, so she turned around, grabbed a tissue from the table beside her, and wiped away the blood on her finger, gripping it tightly for a while.
"I don't care about his matters!"
After Qin Mu said this, she went outside, while Jian Yan slowly lowered his eyes.
"Mom, Mom, do I look good like this? Auntie just tied it for me."
