Mu Shaochen stroked the bowl with one hand and pinched the chopsticks with the other.
He leaned slightly forward to look at Qin Wan, who sat across the table, gazing at her cool, indifferent eyes.
He said indifferently, "Her nonsense has nothing to do with me. I just want to know if it has affected you, made you feel bad."
"..."
Qin Wan paused for a second.
The Mu Shaochen she knew never knew how to hold back and was always sharp.
He never cared about others' feelings when speaking.
When she first came back to the country, she thought he had become more restrained than before.
But she later realized that he was still the same.
She glanced indifferently at Mu Shaochen.
Qin Wan put down her chopsticks, stood up, and walked out of the dining room.
Mu Shaochen did not ask where she was going but simply followed her slender figure with his eyes.
Two minutes later.
Qin Wan handed a report to Mu Shaochen.
After reading the contents, Mu Shaochen's handsome eyebrows furrowed.
