Because AM is not far, a family of four drove there. Huanhuan and Chengcheng were completely at ease, almost as if they were at home, running around everywhere. Qin Mu wanted to chase after them and remind them, but Mu Yichen grabbed her hand right in the lobby.
Qin Mu felt a tight string all over her body, then turned to look at Mu Yichen.
"Don't worry about them."
Don't worry about them?
Then what about the two of them?
Last time they came here, he reserved the whole western restaurant for just the two of them. What about this time?
Qin Mu hoped it wouldn't be like that again, as it really wasn't appropriate.
Mu Yichen, however, did not let go of her hand until they reached the elevator. Only then did Qin Mu, feeling like a dull knife was cutting her flesh, manage to free her hand from his palm.
