After nine in the morning, Qin Mu carried a beautiful bowl out of the kitchen and walked toward the living room.
"It's just a bowl of porridge. If you don't make it for me, I'll make it myself, hmph!"
Qin Mu muttered, full of dissatisfaction, because Mr. Mu didn't take care of her.
Mr. Mu is retaliating, surely because there wasn't any action last night, so he's grudging her today!
Hmph!
Petty man!
That morning, Qin Mu finally went out, taking Xiaomei to meet an old client, who was thought to be in his thirties, a successful business handsome man, never married.
After the client left, Xiaomei leaned on Qin Mu's shoulder: "Ah, such a good man, why did I only meet him now?"
"Are you tired of Zhao Huai?"
Qin Mu lowered her eyes, asking her with a soft laugh.
"Ugh! You can't say things like that! You'll get me killed!"
