Zhao Huai and Qiao Yi watched as he messaged Qin Mu, but Qin Mu only replied with one sentence, forcing a laugh: "Yichen, what kind of days are we living in at home?"
Mu Yichen raised his eyes, seeing Qiao Yi's sympathetic look, and put away his phone, then said mysteriously: "Someone like you wouldn't understand."
Qiao Yi instantly felt suffocated, as if about to spew old blood.
Zhao Huai laughed, not daring to joke too much with his two older brothers, but watching their banter was truly adorable.
"Yes! I don't understand why you're so foolish, but I know you'll definitely go to Qin Mu's studio early this afternoon to find her."
Qiao Yi was unhappy, wanting to retort.
"You're wrong again; she's not at work today. She's gone with her grandfather for a check-up and then to Jixiang Restaurant for lunch."
Mu Yichen felt much better about it, suddenly not thinking there were any faults in his wife. Even her flaws were virtues, intensely wonderful.
