"Get out! Don't stand in front of me making me upset."
Mrs. Feng was already furious, and her son's soft approach left her feeling helpless. Now, hearing him say that, she hurriedly told him to get lost.
"Let's talk later then!"
As Mu Yichen left, he took Qin Mu with him.
Qin Mu's coat was still on, and his hand was in her hair, gripping the back of her coat, leading her toward the dining room.
Qin Mu was quite uncomfortable, but the living room was the place to escape right now, so she had to endure it. Once they reached the dining room, she slapped him hard: "That hurts!"
Even her voice scolding him was so small.
Mu Yichen also rubbed his arm hard: "Are you trying to murder your husband?"
"If I wanted to murder you, I would have done it a thousand times over by now!"
Qin Mu said and pushed him: "Go make dinner, as if you aren't back late enough."
Mu Yichen couldn't help but smile, a woman in love seemed extra childish, extra temperamental, which oddly made him happy.
