In the evening, Jiang Jingheng returned home and immediately sensed that something was off.
Mu Yan was sitting on the sofa, giving him a cold stare with an unfriendly expression.
Jiang Jingheng changed his shoes and came in, noticing she was only wearing a thin shirt. He frowned slightly, "Why are you wearing so little? What if you catch a cold?"
He grabbed the blanket next to him and covered her with it.
Unexpectedly, Mu Yan pushed the blanket away.
"What's wrong?" Jiang Jingheng asked.
Mu Yan didn't say a word and directly pulled out a keyboard from beneath the cushion, handing it to him.
Jiang Jingheng took the keyboard, looking at her with a puzzled expression, "What for?"
"You made such a big mistake, shouldn't you be kneeling on the keyboard? Do you have any self-awareness?" Mu Yan glared at him.
Seeing her puffed-up face, Jiang Jingheng suddenly laughed, "Are you mad?"
The resentment he had bottled up all afternoon dissipated with her words.
