"Why did you come?" Gu Qili helped Mu Qinian fasten his seatbelt.
"Not happy to see me?" Mu Shuoqian's face darkened.
Gu Qili knew he had misunderstood her, and quickly added, "You are so busy with work, I could have come by myself, isn't driving tiring?"
Hearing this, Mu Shuoqian's stiff expression gradually softened, a layer of tenderness gleaming in the corner of his eyes: "What do you want to eat tonight?"
Gu Qili turned her head to ask Mu Qinian who had been playing with a watch since getting in the car: "Niannian, what do you feel like eating?"
Before meeting his birth mother, Mu Qinian hardly ever made his own choices about food, unless Mu Shuoqian was in a good mood. He didn't heed his father's question about what to eat; his opinion was never sought after anyway.
