"No need, we'll bring it ourselves."
Qin Wan flatly refused the salesperson's suggestion.
The salesperson wanted to say something else, but was stopped by a look from Wan's colleague.
As Wan took the bag, Mu Shaochen took it from her.
"Wanwan, let me carry it."
Mu Shaochen's lips curved into an enticing smile, and although Qin Wan found his smile attractive, she still frowned slightly.
"What's wrong?"
Mu Shaochen asked with concern.
Qin Wan shook her head, "Nothing, let's go."
"Okay."
Mu Shaochen carried the bag with one hand and held Qin Wan's hand with the other.
As they left the boutique, he asked Qin Wan, "Are you in a bad mood?"
Qin Wan looked up to meet his caring eyes and said unhappily, "Smile less when we're outside in the future."
Mu Shaochen, "..."
After a moment, he suddenly chuckled again.
"You're still laughing?"
Qin Wan stared at him.
Ignoring the passersby, Mu Shaochen pulled Qin Wan close and planted a kiss on her forehead.
"Is my Wanwan jealous?"
