Mu Yichen still wasn't angry and spoke to her gently: "Compared to Mrs. Mu, what am I? I heard your assistant even gave himself a Chinese name, what was it?"
Qin Mu's face turned even paler at once. Thinking about the name her assistant had chosen, she felt embarrassed herself, but it wasn't her place to interfere with others' affairs.
"The name doesn't matter; what matters is his honesty with me."
After Qin Mu said this, she left.
This time, Mu Yichen also said nothing, just listened to the door slam shut, and sat unmoving on the sofa.
But when Xi Meng opened the door, she saw the person inside looking cold as ice, as if a downpour was about to begin, scaring her into closing the door without a word.
Qin Mu sat behind her desk, already so angry that even breathing took effort.
