"I disagree!"
Qin Mu stubbornly uttered these two words, hands on her hips, looking out of the window.
"Then there's nothing to talk about!"
Mu Yichen said, but his eyes never left Qin Mu.
Qin Mu suddenly laughed: "From the beginning it wasn't me talking to you!"
After speaking, Qin Mu turned around and stood by the window.
The sky outside was a bit gloomy, Paris's weather was usually very good, but today, it was surprisingly cloudy and dreary.
Mu Yichen couldn't see her anymore and felt visibly a bit depressed, then forced himself to look outside the window, his window faced a torrential downpour.
Neither of them spoke again, later Mu Yichen heard a difficult pondering sound, looked up but couldn't see anything.
Qin Mu thought for a while, then turned to look at the couch, pondered and walked over, bent down to pick up the phone in her hand, there was no trace of him in the video anymore, but she recognized his hotel office.
