Otherwise... having Qin Mu grab my wrist so forcefully, it'll be disabled sooner or later.
...
Mu Wan was directly pulled into the office by Qin Mu. Seeing the man's sharp black eyes, Mu Wan awkwardly avoided his gaze.
"What do you want to do?"
There's no trace of Wu Jingjing in the room anymore, but it seems the air still carries the pungent scent of her perfume.
Mu Wan clenched her small hand, yet her right hand was being toyed with in the man's palm.
"Hmm... is the wound healed?"
"Hmm..."
Not having seen each other for a week, meeting again in such a context was awkward to some extent.
Mu Wan lowered her beautiful eyes, not planning to look at Qin Mu.
Qin Mu tugged at the corners of his mouth, staring at the woman in front of him, his gaze falling on the drawing board she carried behind her, his eyes turning a bit fiercer.
The last time we met, Mu Wan also had a drawing board...
It's still the same now...
"Come over and have dinner with me."
"I've already eaten."
