"Qinqin!"
Xiaomei called out to her a bit nervously, and only then did Qin Mu lift her eyes: "I said my father is not like Wu Dashan, Wu Dashan can't possibly compare to my father, right?"
Qin Mu asked her softly, with something glistening in her eyes that seemed not like tears, but pain.
"Of course!"
Xiaomei nodded, then walked over, circled around the desk to her side, and gently hugged her: "Of course not the same, your mother's departure was an accident, that crazy woman just wants to provoke a war between you and your father, you mustn't fall for it."
Qin Mu didn't say anything more, just tightly hugged Xiaomei's waist, leaning into her embrace.
These old matters, Qin Mu had long called them past in her heart.
Until that afternoon, when someone once again reminded her of those past events, Qin Mu gritted her teeth fiercely, to avoid shouting like mad just like that woman.
