In this world, ultimately, no one believes in love anymore.
Or perhaps, they just don't believe that love between married adults is genuine.
Qin Mingzhu stood by the window, supporting her waist and watching downstairs, curious about the hesitant looks of the people leaving.
"Sister, these people suddenly want to terminate the contract because they heard Dad left, but did they get their brains caught in the door? You still have Brother-in-law!"
Qin Mu, who was looking at the materials, finally glanced at the woman with a small belly by the window: "What if I don't have Mu Yichen?"
Hearing the indifference in Qin Mu's words, Qin Mingzhu turned her head, her pretty big eyes seeing the heaviness on Qin Mu's face, and she subconsciously bit her lip, realizing she touched a sore spot again.
"Well, it might really be a bit difficult then!"
